Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 89: His Wife

Evander leaned back in the driver’s seat, the low rumble of the engine breaking the quiet. The phone was pressed to his ear, Hugo’s voice coming through just as sharp and composed as ever.

"...From what I’ve gathered," Hugo said, "the Harrington family has never treated Delphinia particularly well. She’s estranged from her father, Robert, and her stepmother, Helena. The only person in that house she might have any kind of bond with is her stepsister, Lyvia. Even then, it’s not a close bond—more polite than anything else."

Evander’s hand tightened on the steering wheel, his jaw clenching as Hugo continued.

"They sent her off to boarding school when she was young," Hugo explained, his voice laced with a hint of disgust. "From what I’ve uncovered, it wasn’t just for her education. It was a convenient way to keep her out of sight. She’s never been the ’golden child,’ as they say. They didn’t make much effort to involve her in the family, and she was always treated as an outsider."

Evander frowned, his gaze flickering to the rearview mirror as if searching for answers in his own reflection. This was new information. When Hugo had first delved into Delphinia’s background, it had only been surface-level details—her marriage to Kai, her family’s reputation, the usual facts. But this? The picture Hugo painted now was far grimmer than Evander had anticipated.

"She was essentially discarded," Hugo added, his voice dipping slightly. "Sent away and forgotten. And from what I’ve seen, Helena’s presence only made things worse. That woman has always been... manipulative, to put it lightly."

Evander exhaled slowly, his grip loosening on the wheel. The weight of Hugo’s words settled heavily on his chest, stirring something within him he hadn’t felt in a long time—rage.

"She deserved better," Evander muttered under his breath, his thoughts clouded with an unfamiliar protectiveness.

Hugo, perceptive as ever, caught the edge in Evander’s voice. "You didn’t know it was this bad, did you?"

"No," Evander admitted, his tone grim. "The first time you looked into her, it was just the basics. I didn’t think..." He trailed off, shaking his head slightly. "I didn’t know they treated her like this."

A beat of silence passed before Hugo spoke again. "Are you certain she’s at her father’s house?"

Evander’s gaze hardened, his jaw clenched, determination etched into his features. "She has to be. There’s nowhere else she’d go, not after leaving Valerie’s apartment."

"Do you need backup?" Hugo’s voice carried a note of caution, though Evander knew it came from a place of loyalty.

"No," Evander said firmly. "I don’t need backup. I can handle this myself."

"If that’s what you want," Hugo replied, his voice calm but with a hint of reluctance. "Just be careful. The Harringtons aren’t known for playing fair."

"I’ll keep that in mind," Evander said before ending the call.

He tucked his phone into his pocket and sat up straighter, his resolve clear in his expression. He started the car and drove out of the parking lot, the streets blurring past as his thoughts raced.

When he reached the Harrington estate, the gates loomed tall and imposing, guarded by a cluster of security personnel. Evander rolled down his window as one of the guards approached, his stance wary.

"Who are you, and what’s your business here?" the guard asked.

Evander’s icy gaze locked onto the man, and his voice came out calm yet commanding. "Evander Walton. I’m here to see Robert Harrington."

The guard visibly tensed, his eyes widening slightly. The name carried weight—enough to make the other guards exchange uneasy glances.

After a quick, low exchange of words, the guard nodded reluctantly. "One moment, sir."

The gates creaked open, and Evander drove through, his car gliding smoothly along the polished driveway. He parked near the grand entrance, stepping out with calm confidence.

The Harringtons’ butler greeted him at the door, his demeanor formal but strained. "Mr. Walton, please follow me. Mr. Harrington will meet you in the living room."

Evander followed without a word, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of the lavish interior. The living room was exactly what he thought it’d be—lavish and perfectly staged to flaunt wealth and status. He stood near the center of the room, his hands loosely at his sides, waiting.

It wasn’t long before Robert Harrington appeared, walking with intent and wearing a practiced, blank expression. Behind him, Delphinia followed, her steps hesitant.

Evander’s gaze softened slightly when it landed on her. Despite the defiance in her posture, the faint redness on her cheek and the edge of her mouth didn’t escape his notice. Anger flared within him, but he kept it contained, his face a mask of calm.

"Mr. Walton," Robert greeted, his voice smooth but wary. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit at this hour?"

He tilted his head in a polite gesture, his expression calm. "Mr. Harrington," he replied. "I apologize for the late hour."

Robert waved a hand dismissively, a practiced smile tugging at his lips. "It’s no trouble. But I must admit, I’m curious. What brings you here tonight?"

Evander’s eyes flicked briefly to Delphinia before returning to Robert. He chose his words carefully, each one landing with purpose.

"I’ve come to pick up my wife."

The room seemed to freeze in that moment. Robert’s smile faltered, his brows knitting together in confusion and disbelief. Delphinia’s eyes went wide, her face showing shock and a hint of something else.

I suppose this was inevitable, she thought, her fingers tightening around the edge of her pants. If Evander hadn’t told him, I would have had to. Either way, the result is the same.

Robert opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Evander simply stood there, his calm stance practically daring anyone to challenge him

Delphinia’s heart raced, her mind reeling. Evander had come for her. And in that moment, despite everything, she couldn’t deny the surge of relief that washed over her.