Chapter 502: Chapter 502

Chapter 502:

With a brief nod to Wilton and Belen, they exited the Morgan estate, Harlee included, their posture proud and unyielding.

Harlee observed the confrontation silently, her role more of an observer than a participant.

It wasn’t that she didn’t take offense at Liza’s words.

Having recently been named a goddaughter of the Morgan family, she refrained from complicating matters for Wilton and Belen.

After all, despite Liza’s difficult nature, she was Wilton’s mother.

The support from the Sanderson family was not surprising to Harlee.

Ever since she had rejoined their fold, she hadn’t suffered any grievances.

She cherished the security that came with being under her family’s wing.

Liza never imagined the Sanderson family would dismiss her so outright.

The impulse to explode in anger and sever ties was strong.

However, there were no formal bonds between the Morgan family and the Sanderson family to even break.

The Sanderson family’s attendance at the Morgan estate was purely for the ceremony of naming Harlee as Wilton and Belen’s godchild.

When Liza voiced her objections, Wilton deemed her reaction excessive and chose not to stand by her, leaving the floor open for the Sanderson family to flaunt their disdain.

This audacity tipped the scales in the Sanderson family’s favor.

The assembled guests noted the shift but restrained themselves, aware of the influential figures present and the business entanglements with the Morgan family.

As the Sanderson family departed the lounge, an elderly voice from the VIP area rang out.

“Has the ceremony concluded? Then, it’s time for me to depart as well.”

Confused, Liza turned to the speaker.

Lᴀtєѕt chαptєrs ιn g𝓪lnovєl𝑠.𝒸о𝗺

“Mr. Garcia, I thought you were here for Wilton’s birthday?”

As people trickled out, extending courteous goodbyes to Wilton and Belen and cautiously avoiding intruding on their family matters, Liza’s fury mounted.

Sprague, shaking his head, responded, “No.

I was present as a witness for Harlee.”

Sprague had intended to advocate for Harlee but found it unnecessary as the Sanderson family had adeptly defended her, particularly Lonnie, who diligently shielded his daughter and sons from any fallout.

Sprague raised his eyes to meet Liza’s and inquired with a meaningful look, “You’ve stayed away from Baythorn for five years, haven’t you?”

Liza gave an involuntary nod.

“Shed those outdated notions, or you’ll find your later years less than pleasant…” With those poignant words hanging in the air, Sprague turned and walked away, never glancing back.

Laurence Aguilar, Coulson’s grandfather and esteemed as Sprague, stood from his place in the VIP area.

He patted Liza’s shoulder and remarked gravely, “The time has come to consider the viewpoints of the younger ones.”

Laurence lifted his hand, forestalling any words from Liza, gestured farewell, and exited the Morgan estate.

If not for arranging a fishing trip with Fletcher, Laurence wouldn’t have considered attending this birthday festivity.

He had long stopped frequenting gatherings meant for the younger generation.

Liza turned toward Wilton and questioned, “Was Laurence here on account of that woman… that Miss Sanderson?”

Given the history of camaraderie between Laurence and her late husband Cade, often seen out on the town together, Liza wasn’t taken aback by Laurence’s presence at Wilton’s celebration.

“Yes!” Wilton responded icily, throwing a cautionary look at Lindsay.

Upon learning of his daughter’s deceitful maneuvers, he grasped the extent of her machinations, including her ploy to bring his estranged mother back, merely to stir turmoil at the goddaughter’s welcoming ceremony.

He had been utterly oblivious before.

When Wilton confirmed the unsettling truths, Liza’s heart tightened painfully, her breaths growing shallow until she finally collapsed into her chair, unconscious.

Chaos erupted in the living room.

Ultimately, it was Belen who restored order, directing Wilton to rush his mother to the hospital while she managed the flurry of departing guests.

By early afternoon, with Rhys’ aid, Belen managed to bid farewell to the last visitor.

Exhausted, Belen collapsed onto the sofa, her smile wavering with fatigue.

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