Chapter 803 - Incredibly Disappointed
The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray
Florence was extremely anxious as she held Cheyenneâs hand tightly. âCheyenne, Iâm really your mother! Can you bear to disown me?
âIâve been thinking about you all these years and wondering if youâve been living well, eating well, and dressing well. Youâre my flesh and blood. How can I not care about you and love you?
âIâve always thought that maybe one day, we will be able to reunite, and Iâll be able to make up for what I havenât done for you in the last two decades!
âDonât you like running a company? You should inherit mine! I was the one who founded the Flor Group, and it has nothing to do with the Howards. As long as you reunite with me, the entire Flor Group will belong to
you!
âIâve also amassed some businesses, properties, land, stores, and savings over the years. In the future, they will all belong to you!
âCheyenne, Iâll make up for the lack of maternal love! I came to California to take you back to the Howards so that you can live like a princess! Orange County isnât the place for you!â
Florence spoke anxiously. However, she only said she wanted to make it up to Cheyenne and even made a bunch of promises. But she never explained why she abandoned Cheyenne when she was still just a baby and why she never came to see her all these years. Moreover, she even said that she would hand the Flor Group over to Cheyenne in the future and even take Cheyenne away from Orange County to live with the Howards in DC. Her tone was self-righteous, seemingly not intending to ask Cheyenne for her opinion at all.
Cheyenne looked at Florence with her eyes full of disappointment.
A mother who kept mentioning inheritance and interests at every turn wasnât the mother she had imagined.
She merely wanted to hear the truth from Florence and for Florence to be sincere and genuine toward her, yet Florence was constantly being evasive.
âForget it. We donât have to acknowledge each other, and we shouldnât meet again in the future!â
After Cheyenne finished speaking, she shook off Florenceâs hand and hurried toward the door of the private room. âStop!â Florence shouted furiously, completely angered by Cheyenneâs disobedience.
âAre you trying to play a trick on me?
âNo matter what, Iâm your biological mother, and youâre my child. Thatâs a fact you can never change!
âItâs true that I abandoned you, but itâs been more than two decades. Why must you insist on making me tell you the reason?
âIâm your biological mother. I have the right to make arrangements for you! Come home with me to the Howards tomorrow. Youâre not allowed to throw a tantrum. Do you hear me?â
Perhaps because the kinship card she played and the interest she offered didnât have the effects she expected, she stopped pretending to be a miserable mother and simply ordered Cheyenne aggressively.
In Florenceâs opinion, children were the property of their parents, and the daughter she had given birth to should naturally obey her arrangements!
This was something Florence had learned from her father, the helmsman of the Howards.
Lucas glanced at Florence coldly without saying anything
It wasnât that he didnât want to defend Cheyenne, but there were some decisions that she had to make herself.
Just like when Cheyenne was still part of the Carter family and was bullied by Dominic and Bryce Carter back then, Lucas was heartbroken. But he could only let her see with her very own eyes just how despicable and shameless the Carters were and how they treated her like a tool. Only then would she realize the cruel truth, free herself from the shackles of kinship, and regain freedom and life.
It was the same for Florence.
She was indeed Cheyenneâs biological mother, but she didnât have the intention to be a good mother. All she wanted was to control Cheyenne and make use of her.
Only Cheyenne could realize this herself.
Cheyenne turned around in disbelief and looked at Florence, who still seemed self-righteous. Her eyes were full of disappointment.
âYou gave birth to me, but other than that, have you ever taken care of me or shown me any maternal love for even a single day?
âApart from you being blood-related to me, whatâs the difference between you and a stranger?
âDo you know how I felt when I found out that I wasnât the daughter of my adoptive mother but a baby abandoned by my biological parents?
âI thought to myself countless times that maybe it was because I was unlikeable, so my parents threw me away like I was garbage right after I was born! Do you know how sad and heartbroken I am?
âDo you know how excited and expectant I was after hearing from you that my biological mother was still alive?
âBut what about you? You donât love me at all. Otherwise, you wouldnât have waited so many days to reunite with me even though youâve been in Orange County for so long. You wouldnât have kept the truth from me when we spoke. Even though itâs our second time meeting each other, youâre still ordering me around and insisting on taking me back to the Howards. You donât care about what I think, do
you?
âDo you think you can make arrangements for my life just because you gave birth to me? Who gave you the right? âIâm a living human being, not a toy you created and can throw away or pick up as and when you please! âYouâre not qualified to be my mother at all, let alone decide my life for me! âYouâre not worthy to do so!â
Cheyenne was so agitated that she shouted at the top of her lungs to vent all her pent-up grievances as tears rolled down her eyes one after another.
âShut up! Shut up!â Florence yelled in exasperation. Many of Cheyenneâs words struck the untouchable parts of her heart, causing her to fly into a rage.
âHow dare you speak to your mother like that. Donât think I wonât teach you a lesson!â
Florence was so furious that she completely lost her poise as a noblewoman. She rushed toward Cheyenne and raised her hand to slap her.
âStop! If you dare to touch her, Iâll chop your hand off immediately!â A cold and stern voice suddenly sounded in Florenceâs ear like a sharp knife.
His voice was full of chilling murderous intent! Florenceâs hand immediately froze in midair, and her face turned pale. She didnât dare to move at all.
She had no doubt that Lucas would absolutely chop her hand off if she really slapped Cheyenne!