Chapter 642

Warner froze in his tracks, that all–too–familiar look of impatience creeping back onto his face.

Evadne let go of Thaddeus‘ hand and marched up to Warner with the speed of a tempest.

The next second, her slender arm swung through the air, her fiery blue eyes blazing with fury as she slapped the privileged man across the face–not once, but twice!

The sound resonated, leaving the onlookers, including Thaddeus, in shock.

Warner himself was stunned beyond belief, and it wasn’t until the sting on his cheek flared up and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth that he fully grasped what had happened.

He had been slapped!

“Evadne!” Warner covered his face with his hands, his voice shaking with rage as he struggled to hold back his fury.

Thaddeus strode over with long, determined steps, wrapping his protective arms around Evadne, his gaze upon Warner dark and foreboding.

on

him, you hit me. And if you think you can strut around the Ashbourne estate and walk out like nothing happened, those two slaps are just a taste of our hospitality!” Evadne’s voice rang out clear and

Go, Evadne! I’m so here for this!”

stand up to this jerk now, she’d be serving up a plate of Lionel’s “Golden Grains”

eyes brimmed

ironic,

family he never felt among the Brights, he found within the walls of the Ashbourne residence, filling his

had to endure. “I don’t care about the Bright family’s ridiculous rules. This is my home, and Suri is my family. You dare to humiliate her like

defiance was

with pride yet concerned that her hand

industry elite, had never

the Bright family’s generosity, and you dare raise your hand against me? You’re ungrateful! The Ashbourne family, all of you, bullies, not a

Suri who sought the medicine for Evadne. The debt of gratitude is owed to Suri,

of a pan,

the Bright family? Fine, then take my womb. It’s useless to me. I don’t want children. You want it,

“Lunatic!”

Chasel took one last deep look at Evadne, no longer looking back, and walked out of the gate of Silverlake Harbor. Meanwhile, upstairs, unnoticed

upright by the railing, and his hands, which were holding

pain tugged at his heart

out, Warner couldn’t help it anymore. He spat hard

was really ruthless when

of his lips couldn’t stop rising. Then Warner

to break. “When I get home and see Grandpa and Dad, you’ll

the Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to lose some of its

hell is Emeric when his own wife is being

with pain. “He gets himself enemies, and he expects who to deal with them

soothe her, “Evadne, don’t be hard on your dad, he went to

fell

reporting for duty, sounded better than going to work like a

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