Chapter 498: Chapter 498

Chapter 498:

Green is so thoroughly enchanted that he’s forgotten his manners.” Their words only worsened Liza’s already poor opinion of Harlee.

Visibly irate, Liza pounded her cane against the floor, her voice booming with fury.

“We’re going now. I need to see firsthand the kind of woman your father dares to bring into the Morgan family!”

With a fiery determination, Liza stormed inside.

The sitting room brimmed with guests quietly gathered in small groups. With the ceremony to acknowledge Harlee as a goddaughter now complete, Wilton and Belen warmly held her close in an embrace.

When Lindsay arrived with Liza, a fleeting look of surprise flickered in Wilton’s eyes before he quickly masked it with a composed smile.

Approaching to greet Liza, he said, “Mom, why didn’t you let us know you’d be back today?”

Liza’s tone was sharp and cutting.

“How else would I uncover that you’re handing out the goddaughter title to just anyone?”

Before anyone else could respond, Wilton spoke up firmly.

“Mom, please choose your words carefully.

Harlee is the goddaughter of Belen and me.”

Lindsay rose from her wheelchair, took Liza’s arm, and asked, “Dad, how can you speak so harshly to my grandma?”

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Lindsay deliberately avoided her father’s gaze, not wanting to meet his cold eyes.

Liza let out a disdainful snort, striking the floor with her cane to punctuate her displeasure.

“Wilton, have you stopped seeing me as your mother altogether?”

Since the passing of Cade Morgan, Wilton’s father, Wilton rarely visited Liza, only making appearances during major holidays, and his lack of contact weighed heavily on Liza. Liza understood the blame placed on her for Cade’s death, though she insisted it wasn’t her fault.

Cade had fallen, and she had merely failed to get medical help for him in time.

Because of this, the family gatherings had grown scarce, and the warmth of a bustling home seemed forever lost. If not for Lindsay calling her the previous night, Liza wouldn’t have even known about her son’s birthday banquet or his plans to officially welcome Harlee as part of the family.

Though Liza criticized Wilton for excluding her, she conveniently ignored her own failure to remember his birthday for years.

“You are, of course, my mother,” Wilton replied, his tone distant. It was a hollow answer, evading the heart of her accusations.

Though Wilton blamed Liza deeply for his father’s death, he never publicly disrespected her, choosing instead to preserve her dignity in front of others. Yet, everyone in their social circle knew the truth.

Liza’s expression darkened as her eyes settled on Harlee. With cold authority, she strode to the main seat and sneered, “This woman doesn’t even come close to Lindsay’s caliber. I can’t fathom what you and your wife were thinking, choosing such a substandard goddaughter.”

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