Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 233: Unfinished Business

Tears blurred Delphinia’s vision, but she furiously rubbed them away with the back of her hand. She refused to let them fall. Not for him. Not for that man who had lied to her for years. Her hands trembled slightly as she clenched them into fists in her lap, her nails digging into her palms. The silence in the car was thick, but she could feel Mr. Andrews’ concerned gaze flickering to her through the rearview mirror every now and then. She ignored it.

How dare her father hide the truth from her? How dare he twist it so that she lived her entire life believing she was the reason her mother had died? When all along, he was the one who had betrayed her mother? He had torn their family apart, not her. And yet, he had let her carry that guilt all these years, weighing her down like a chain wrapped tightly around her neck. It made her stomach churn with rage.

And Helena—how disgusting. That woman had slithered her way into their lives like a snake, destroying everything in her path, only to be rewarded in the end. Delphinia gritted her teeth. No more. She wasn’t that scared, quiet girl anymore. She wasn’t going to bow her head and take it. If Robert Harrington thought he could continue living his life without answering for his sins, then he was sorely mistaken.

The car slowed to a stop, and Delphinia straightened. They had arrived. She stared at the large iron gates of the Harrington estate, her old home—a place she had once loved, now just a house filled with ghosts of the past. She took a deep breath before reaching for the door handle.

"Mrs. Walton," Mr. Andrews spoke hesitantly.

Delphinia paused, her hand resting on the car door handle. She turned slightly to look at him, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. The usually stoic and professional expression on his face was softened by a subtle line of worry.

"Mrs. Walton," he repeated, his voice low and careful, as if unsure whether to press her or give her space. She noticed his hands were resting loosely on the steering wheel, but they were slightly clenched, betraying his internal conflict. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Is everything alright, Mrs. Walton?" he asked carefully.

"It’s fine, Mr. Andrews," she finally said, the words coming out too quickly, too flat. She didn’t sound convincing, and she knew it. Her voice lacked the usual calmness that she carried with her. She could hear the faintest tremor.

"I’ll be fine," she spoke again, though she wasn’t sure if she was reassuring him or herself. "Wait for me here."

Before he could protest, she stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut.

As soon as she approached the gates, several guards moved to block her way. Their faces were blank, but their stance was aggressive, as if expecting her to cause trouble. One of them, a man with a scar across his brow, narrowed his eyes.

"Excuse me, miss," he said, his voice deep. "You’re not allowed to enter."

She stood tall, not backing down in the slightest. The scarred man seemed to hesitate for just a second, a flicker of recognition passing over his features before he took another step forward, a slight shift in his demeanor.

"Wait, hold on," he said, his eyes finally widening in recognition. "Miss Delphinia? Is that you?

"Is Robert Harrington inside?" she demanded.

The moment Delphinia heard the guard say her name, she didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. She simply stared ahead, her expression hardening. She knew exactly where this conversation was going.

But Delphinia wasn’t interested in their surprise, their curiosity. She had no time for pleasantries, no interest in explaining herself to them. They already knew who she was. They knew exactly who she was.

They hesitated. No one answered her.

Her patience snapped. "I asked you a simple question. Is. He. Inside?" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a whip.

One of the younger guards shifted uncomfortably before stammering, "Y-Yes, he’s working from home today."

Delphinia’s lips curled in satisfaction. "Good. Now, move. I’m going in."

"Miss Delphinia, we... we can’t let you pass without permission," he said, his voice quieter now, a hint of uncertainty creeping in. His eyes darted nervously to the other guards, as if expecting them to back him up.

"And I’m not asking for permission," she shot back. "Get out of my way."

The guards exchanged glances, but none moved. The tension in the air thickened.

She moved to walk past them, but they stepped in her way. "You can’t just—"

"Move."

He stiffened. "We have orders not to—"

She took a step forward, her voice dropping to a dangerously cold tone. "Who do you think you’re trying to block?"

The guards hesitated, then, one by one, stepped aside. Delphinia didn’t give them another glance as she strode past.

The moment she stepped onto the grounds, she felt the weight of old memories crashing into her—running through these halls as a child, waiting for her father’s approval, longing for a warmth she never received. But she pushed it all aside. She wasn’t here to reminisce.

As she walked through the grand estate, servants and additional guards froze at the sight of her. Their wide-eyed expressions were a mixture of surprise and curiosity. No one expected her to set foot in this house again, not after what had happened. She didn’t care. Let them whisper. Let them wonder.

She had unfinished business.

With each step, her fury grew, and by the time she reached the study doors, she didn’t hesitate. She didn’t knock. She didn’t wait.

She pushed the doors open with such force that they slammed against the walls.

Robert Harrington, seated behind his desk, startled at the sudden intrusion. Papers slipped from his hands, and his brows furrowed in confusion before turning into irritation.

"Delphinia?" he said, his tone laced with disbelief. "What the hell—"

But he stopped when he met her eyes.

Delphinia had never looked at her father with such hate before.

For the first time in his life, Robert Harrington seemed at a loss for words.