Chapter 501: Chapter 501

Chapter 501:

“Oh, how foolish of me,” she began, her tone suddenly contrite.

“It seems I’ve been so out of touch that I’ve lost the knack for expressing myself properly.

What I meant was to scold Wilton for taking in a goddaughter without consulting me first, as if I don’t exist as his mother.

But somehow, my words came out all wrong and made it seem like I was targeting this young lady.”

Liza’s gaze flickered toward Harlee, and the forced smile grew a fraction wider.

“I was merely wondering what kind of charm could win over both Wilton and Belen so quickly.

And now I see it’s because she’s the beloved daughter of the Sanderson family.

How could I have missed that?”

Liza clasped her hands together, adding with a self-deprecating laugh, “My fault.

Sometimes, I speak without thinking, and my tongue betrays me.”

“I do hope you’ll forgive me.”

As Liza spoke, she delicately tapped her lips, her face shifting with the artful precision of a seasoned actress.

“Mr. Sanderson, surely you don’t bear a grudge against an elderly lady like myself, do you?” Her voice was placating, dripping with sincerity, yet her eyes held a steely resolve.

Clint scoffed, his tone icy.

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“Mrs. Morgan, your knack for smooth talk is undeniable.

You weave tales with your words as effortlessly as breathing.

Even I, an actor, am taken aback by your flair! But let’s be clear, being out of touch doesn’t excuse a lack of emotional depth or awareness.”

With a sharp tone and a raised brow, Fletcher remarked, “Your communication skills are lacking, to say the least.

That biting sarcasm? It’s not something you’ve learned.

It’s simply part of who you are.”

Liza felt a sharp pang in her chest, her rage boiling over.

She turned to Lonnie, her voice tinged with reproach.

“Mr. Sanderson, is this the kind of upbringing your children receive? No respect for the elders?”

Lonnie replied with a serene smile, “Not quite.

They simply don’t extend respect to those who wield their seniority to exert power.”

Lonnie then glanced at Wilton and added, “Let’s meet at the Grand Oak tonight.

I’ll make sure your birthday is celebrated in style.”

Skyla, who had been a silent observer, rose slowly, taking Belen by the hand.

“You’ve been through a lot.

Let’s catch up more this evening.”

The Sanderson family blatantly disregarded Liza, yet Wilton and Belen maintained a polite demeanor.

They were discerning about whom to bestow their attention and respect upon.

Liza’s complexion shifted from a pallid tone to a fiery red, her fury simmering just beneath the surface, teeth clenched tight like a lioness ready to pounce.

“How dare the Sandersons!” Liza snapped, her voice icy as she slammed her hand down on the table.

“Have they no respect for the Morgans at all?”

Yet, the Sanderson family remained indifferent to Liza’s tirade.

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