âBalfour, Balfour â
Patricia sank to the floor, her heart torn to pieces, tears falling like rain It was all over Everything sheâd worked so hard for all these years was destroyed by Ellinor today!
Even Balfour had turned against her. What could she possibly do now.
Seeing her once beloved daughter labeled as a menace and slapped hard across the face, Xenia was filled with heartache and womed about Patriciaâs situation!
She glared at the silent McNeil Howard âMcNeil, say something! Your son hit our daughter. As a father, shouldnât you have something to say?
McNeil Howard sat there calmly, his slightly aged face still handsome, now with a touch of the wear and wisdom of the time.
âThe daughter you raised, just like you, does whatever it takes to get what she wants! You reap what you sow. Everything that happened today is your own doing Xeniaâs face darkened with dissatisfaction, McNeill How could you talk about me and our daughter like that? All these years, havent I been nothing but devoted to the Howard family? Why canât I earn even a word of praise from you?!â
McNeil Howard no longer wanted to talk. He lowered his gaze, lost in thought.
He recalled the girl called Ellinor, who reminded him of Martine when she was young Was he being delusional?
Xenia couldnât control her emotions anymore, McNeill Iâm talking to you, and youâre ignoring me again!
Why are you always so cold to me? Even if youâve lost patience with me, you should at least act like a father to our daughter!â
Patricia had lost her brotherâs trust and affection, and now all she could hope for was her fatherâs support, Daddy! Have you misunderstood me too? Donât listen to Ellinor. She has ultener motives.
Everything was her meticulous planning.â
âEnough!â
The one who cut off Patricia was Byran, lying weak and iritated on the hospital bed.
Byran had never spoken to his mother and sister in such a tone before Patricia was stunned. âByran, you.
Xenia reprimanded him unhappily. âByran, why are you raising your voice? You ve scared your sister!!
At this moment, Byran was truly fed up. He couldnât stand seeing his mother and sister so unrepentant.
He despised them!
The kind of people he despised the most turned out to be his closest relatives?
But he had no choice, they were his biological mother and sister!
âAll of you, get out! I need some peace and quiet! If you keep arguing like this, even if I donât die from my illness. Iâll be driven to death by your incessant bickering!â