Chapter 636

Aubree had never moved from this place because it held a myriad of memories with Andrew.

Well maybe not all of them were happy memories.

Every time Andrew got plastered, when work got under his skin, and he felt like he was about to lose it, he’d come over to her place. They’d go at it like rabbits as If, by doing so, they could forget everything else in the world. They were in their roaring twenties, brimming with energy that seemed endless, and it all got channeled into their passionate escapades.

A sharp pang of pain hit Aubree’s chest, but it was quickly drowned out by the echoes of those men’s insults in her head. Her stomach churned with nausea, and unable to hold it back, she doubled over and vomited.

Brielle jumped, alarmed, “Aubree, are you okay?”

After rinsing her mouth with water Ricardo handed her, Aubree replied with a pale face. “I’m fine. I just skipped dinner and felt a bit queasy. If you think we should sell the place, let’s do it. I need a fresh start anyway. The neighbors there… they’re not exactly part of my fan club.”

Brielle looked at the graffiti that marred the walls and the door- ‘whore,‘ ‘slut,‘ and ‘tramp‘–the hurtful words were scrawled endlessly by both men and women.

“Alright, I’ll call the real estate agent tonight.”

After hanging up, Brielle knew Aubree was probably still in the dark about the scandal rocking the Rowland family. She didn’t plan on spilling the beans. If Aubree wanted to focus on her acting, so be it.

The agent Brielle contacted was efficient. Coupled with a hefty price drop, a buyer was found almost immediately.

The paperwork was sorted out the same evening, Aubree’s belongings were moved out, and the keys were handed over. The house was sold in less than three hours using a special expedited process.

Meanwhile, the Clements family was in the throes of a heated debate. The Rowland family’s reputation was in tatters,but Tessa was still living with the Clements.

Was Andrew really going to seize this moment to marry her? It was utter madness!

Marissa sat amongst the family, silent throughout. Her quietness surprised everyone. She was the one who valued the family’s reputation most. Why was she mute now when their name was at risk?

Marissa’s expression was impassive as she sipped her water.

Andrew had roughed it out last night in the villa next door, not sharing a bed with Tessa. So, he didn’t know that she’d also spent a night on the floor.

Today, his phone had been bombarded by reporters and calls for emergency meetings. He 11:23 hadn’t stopped all day and hadn’t seen Tessa, only instructing the house staff to take good care of her.

As soon as he arrived home, he was whisked into a family meeting, looking visibly irked.

Marissa set down her cup. “Andrew, if you care for Tessa, then marry her. She has no one else but you now, right?”

The family was stunned, and even Andrew was taken aback. Marissa, of all people, was supporting his marriage to Tessa despite the Rowland scandal.

Andrew’s brow furrowed as he tried to read something, anything, on Marissa’s stoic face. But she was unusually somber tonight, only querying the family lawyer beside her.

“By the way, I have five percent of the Clements Corporation shares that I want to transfer. Can you arrange the paperwork for me?”

Was Marissa thinking of transferring her shares to Tessa? Had she lost her mind?

Surprise flickered across Andrew’s face. “Mom, I know you like Tessa.”

Just then, Tessa descended the stairs. She had worked hard to reduce the swelling on her cheeks.

Though still reddened, she looked far better than the previous night’s disarray.

Hearing from the staff that Andrew had returned, she hurried down, tears streaming down her face.

“Andrew.”

He hadn’t been home all night, and she had endured plenty of cold shoulders here. -Marissa despised her, and every servant in the house looked down upon her. Tessa couldn’t stand it here. She yearned for a life with Andrew, just the two of them.

Seeing her fragile form, Andrew’s heart softened. Only when Tessa reached his side did he grasp her hand. “My mom’s going to transfer five percent of the company shares to you. Say ‘thank you,‘ will you?”