Chapter 379:
âWhat are you doing?!â Lydia cried out in fright, her back pressed against the closet. âHow could you just hit him? Iâll call the police! This is your father! Iâm a woman; you canât hit a woman, can you?â
âHe canât, but I can,â Eileen interjected, stepping forward and surprising Lydia, whose pupils dilated in fear.
âWhat are you doing? Trying to give Bryanâs grandma a heart attack?â Lydiaâs voice quivered as she used Stella as an excuse.
Stella merely scoffed. âIâve put up with you for years, and Iâm still here. Now that theyâre standing up for me, Iâm quite content!â
Under Bryanâs cold glare, Lydia felt a shiver run down her spine. She steadied herself, helped Brandon to his feet, and scrambled for words to defuse the situation.
âHeâs your father. Itâs completely inappropriate to hit your own father. Are you not worried about facing public criticism for your impulsive actions?â
As Brandon shook off the dizziness from the blow, Lydiaâs words made him sit upright, his finger quivering as he pointed at Bryan. âYou ingrate!â
But before he could say another word, Bryanâs intense look silenced him.
âAre you being an attentive son yourself?â Stella rose, took the cane from the old butler, and strode over to Brandon, delivering a sharp slap.
âWhy didnât you die in that accident? Youâve always been a failure. Youâve made so many mistakes, you fool!â
Brandon covered his face and glared at Stella, his eyes burning with anger. âIâm foolish? Funny! I wonât allow that malicious womanâs schemes to succeed against me. Yet you, youâve been misled by her, focusing all your attention on this ungrateful Bryan and completely disregarding me, your own son!â
gⱯlnÏνð®ðsâ¤com is where magic happens A malicious woman? Eileenâs brow furrowed slightly as she focused her gaze on Bryan. The dim light enveloped him, casting an even darker shadow on the black shirt he wore. His hands, which hung by his sides, slowly clenched into fists. The veins in his slender arms became more pronounced.
The woman Brandon spoke of must be Bryanâs mother.
The animosity between Bryanâs parents was intense, almost palpable. It was baffling why Brandon harbored such deep-seated loathing for his mother.
With Bryanâs mother now deceased, that venomous hatred had been redirected toward Bryan himself.
It was unimaginable to Eileen how a father could despise his own blood to such an extent.
âBrandon, donât be fooled by her lies!â Stella exclaimed, pointing at Lydia. âThe Dawson name still holds weight. Itâs better than watching you squander the Dawson legacy as an outsider, bit by bit!â
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