Chapter 467 

Over in Portis City, the Larkin family was reeling from the chaos after Cloudia’s arrest. It was as if their entire world had crumbled overnight, leaving everyone in the family on edge and full of anxiety. 

Ursula was at the Quarry family’s doorstep by midnight, desperately seeking Yorick. He was the only person she could think of who might help them in their dire situation. The family was in shambles, and if Cloudia ended up behind bars, Ursula didn’t know what to do. Time was running out for her. Without the money for her medicine, her health would deteriorate rapidly. 

Ursula was in a state of sheer panic. She had bundled up against the biting cold that gripped Portis City, yet she couldn’t shake the chill that seemed to seep into her bones. 

The security guard at the Quarry Manor turned her away, saying, “Ms. Larkin, please leave. Mr. Quarry won’t be seeing you.” 

But she refused to back down. 

“No, I need to see him,” Ursula insisted, her voice unwavering. “Tell him I won’t leave until I see him.” 

Sitting in her wheelchair, she tightened her grip on the armrests, her determination evident despite the biting cold. She pleaded with the guard, softening her tone, “Please, just let him know I’m here.” 

It was a bitter pill to swallow. Once, the Larkin family held their heads high. And she had been the apple of Yorick’s eye. No one dared to treat her with anything but respect. Now, even a security guard felt emboldened to snub her. The humiliation stung deeply, fueling her desire to regain her strength and reclaim her dignity. Imogen emerged, her eyes meeting Ursula’s with pity and disdain. 

Ursula quickly masked her emotions, but Imogen had seen enough to form her opinion. 

With a smirk and a mocking laugh, Imogen remarked, “You’re quite the actress, Ursula.” 

Ursula felt her breath catch in her throat but forced herself to respond politely, “Hello, Imogen.” 

Imogen chuckled coldly, “Here to see Rick?” 

“Yes,” Ursula replied. 

“Go home. He won’t see you.” Imogen took some satisfaction in that Yorick had finally distanced himself from Ursula. Looking at Ursula, frail and in a wheelchair, the idea of her becoming part of the Quarry family was unthinkable to Imogen. 

“Imogen, please,” Ursula pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just let me see Rick for a moment. I promise I won’t cause any trouble.” 

Ursula, once so proud, now found herself swallowing her pride. She was truly out of options. 

Imogen’s demeanor turned icy. “If you don’t take a hint, don’t blame me for being harsh.” 

Imogen’s words were sharp, her tone unforgiving. She was already in a foul mood, and the chaos at the Quarry family had left her with little patience.