Chapter 155: Diane Harrow Bit Back Her Words at Her Husband's Remark

"We can buy new ones when funds become available." Diane Harrow bit back her words at her husband's remark.

Her fingers clenched. The idea of buying a secondhand marital home was utterly distasteful.

But with company accounts stretched thin, she had no choice but to swallow her pride.

Yet Waverly Heights festered in her mind like a splinter.

Too expensive to afford, too painful to forget.

"Are you sure it's Waverly Heights?" Diane's fingertips trembled as she pressed for confirmation.

Denise Carver's chuckle carried through the phone, laced with implication. "I saw the purchase contract myself. Helen admitted Clara bought it."

"Girls these days are so accomplished—far more than Daniel."

Diane's breath hitched.

Her son's company earned millions annually, yet he'd never gifted his parents a villa.

"Where did Clara get that kind of money?"

"How should I know?" Denise pivoted smoothly. "By the way, I'll have Howard collect those items tomorrow."

Hanging up, Denise smirked at her phone.

Howard frowned. "Must you broadcast everything?"

"Sharing with family isn't broadcasting." She rolled her eyes. "I'm just happy for Daniel."

"Spare me the act."

Denise suddenly leaned in, causing Howard to jerk the steering wheel.

"I'm simply curious about the money source." Her eyes narrowed. "Let everyone ask around—someone will uncover the truth."

Even if they didn't, constant prying would be torment enough.

Howard scoffed. "Diane avoids gossip, and Claire detests it most of all."

"You understand nothing." Denise's smile turned icy. "Claire despises gold-diggers, and Diane..."

She left the sentence unfinished, her grin chilling further.

* * *

The doorbell rang as Daniel Whitmore packed old clothes.

"Claire?" He blinked at his rarely visiting sister. "Come in."

Claire Porter surveyed the cardboard-covered floor before seating herself with deliberate grace.

"Moving out?"

Helen paused mid-fold. "Just organizing some old things."