Chapter 620: Chapter 620

Chapter 620:

“Harlee, don’t talk like this. You make it sound as if we’ve never shared a moment together,” she murmured, pushing a thermos forward with a tentative hand.

“Here, try this chicken soup I’ve prepared just for you. It’s packed with nutrients, and I’m sure you’ll be asking for seconds once you’ve had a taste.”

Harlee took a step back, her stance wary and unyielding. Laura reached out and grasped Harlee’s wrist, her face wearing the gentle expression of a grandmother coaxing her granddaughter to sip some soup.

“Just take it, dear! Don’t—”

“You remember how much you adored my chicken soup as a child? Bring it home and let your parents enjoy it too!”

Harlee chuckled, disbelief coloring her tone.

“You actually have the gall to mention your chicken soup? Have you really forgotten the times you used to hit me?”

With a swift movement, Harlee wrenched her wrist free from Laura’s grip, her gaze turning icy. Indeed, there had been a time when Harlee cherished the taste of Laura’s chicken soup since it was the most delicious she had ever had.

During one illness when Harlee lay bedridden, Laura had come to her with a bowl of that very soup.

Believing it was a gesture of care, Harlee had gratefully consumed an additional bowl.

But after Harlee consumed only a couple of sips from the second serving, Laura had struck her, cursing and berating her, calling her worthless and forbidding her from having any more.

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Reeling from Harlee’s forceful rejection, Laura stumbled backward, her steps halting only when her back met the wall. The sharpness in Harlee’s voice and the chill in her eyes were clear. She hadn’t forgotten that painful memory, not even after all these years.

Remembering Liam’s words, Laura managed to suppress her anger and spoke with feigned concern.

“Harlee, your father and I are eager to make amends. Whatever your heart desires, just name it, and it shall be yours, including the entirety of the Gill family’s holdings. Should you desire, once we are gone, all that the Gills have amassed will belong to you.”

Harlee’s response was laced with a dismissive amusement, her striking eyes sparkling with scorn.

“The Gill family’s assets? They wouldn’t even suffice for my pocket change!”

A hint of tension crept onto Laura’s face, her expression hardening just a bit. She had arrived full of sincerity, not anticipating that the fortunes of the Gill Group would be so trivial in Harlee’s view.

Laura’s gaze drifted unintentionally to the Sanderson family villa looming behind her. Its magnificent architecture, expansive lands, and lavish decorations clearly overshadowed the Gill residence. Yet, Laura doubted Harlee had any claim in this grandeur.

Everything in the Sanderson family would eventually be passed down to Harlee’s five brothers.

Laura retorted, slightly pouting, “True, the Sandersons may be richer than the Gills, but they have five sons to provide for. What will they be able to leave you? Unlike them, the Gill family has only you.

Everything we own could be yours!”

Harlee regarded Laura with an incredulous stare.

“Do you truly believe that one-sixth of the Sanderson fortune compares poorly to what the Gills possess?” she questioned sharply.

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