Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 2297

Brooklyn mocked, "Don't try to sweet-talk me. If your parents were willing to accept me, they would have done it by now. You rich snobs look down on me because of my poor background. Well, guess what? I look down on you too."

"Brooklyn, you can take your anger out on me, but don't talk about my parents like that," Adora retorted.

"I'll say what I want. What are you going to do about it? You wouldn't dare leave me! Don't forget, Adora, I got injured because of you. You ruined my career, and you have no right to talk about leaving me. Look at what I've become because of you. Do you know how much I've suffered for you?"

Callum's face turned grim when he realized Adora was losing ground in the fight. He could not stand to listen anymore and kicked the door forcefully twice.

Brooklyn's angry voice quickly followed, "Who is it?"

Callum lowered his voice, pretending, "It's the building management. We've received noise complaints. Open up. I need to check the situation."

The door opened within two minutes.

Adora answered the door and was surprised to see the tall figure standing at the door.

"Beanie, why are you here?"

Callum had already removed his mask, and his gaze fell on her reddened eyes as he stormed into the apartment, anger evident in his demeanor.

Brooklyn was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette.

The floor was a mess, covered in shattered glass.

"Well, well, if it isn't Callum," Brooklyn said, suddenly emboldened. He beckoned to Adora, asserting his claim, "Babe, come here."

As Adora started to move toward Brooklyn, Callum grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him.

"Callum, she's my girlfriend. What gives you the right to interfere in our business?" Brooklyn challenged.

"Why should she? You received substantial compensation for your injury, enough to last a lifetime if you're mindful. The Jenkins family, to thank you for saving Adora, gifted you an apartment so you could bring your parents from the countryside to live comfortably. A place in downtown Svelton isn't cheap. You couldn't afford it even after several lifetimes on your own. You owe it all to the Jenkins family, yet you turn around and call them snobbish rich people. Who do you think you are? Brooklyn, Adora doesn't owe you anything! Stop using your injury as emotional blackmail!" Callum finished, his voice rising with each word.

Brooklyn fell silent, not responding anymore.

Callum tried to leave with Adora, but she didn't budge, seemingly reluctant to go.

He felt his anger rising again. "You still want to stay here and be mistreated?"

"His leg is injured, so getting around is not easy for him. I want to make him a meal before I go," Adora mumbled.

Callum was utterly exasperated but patiently reasoned, "He won't starve without you. You've been away for almost two weeks, and he clearly hasn't died of hunger. He knows how to order takeout."

Adora lowered her head, remaining silent.