Chapter 746

Glynnis‘ caustic remarks stripped Marilla’s face of all color, her slender frame trembling even more violently. She clenched her eyes shut, mangling the small teddy bear in her grip.

It was the only way she could force herself not to recall those horrifying memories.

“So you can’t snag a spot as Mrs. Fairhaven, but hey, looks like you might land a cozy spot with Mr. Bartley’s son. Congrats in advance.” Glynnis flipped her hair arrogantly – a clear mimic of Elspeth’s flirtatious antics, “But sadly, I don’t have any wedding gift for you.”

Thaddeus‘ brows were knitted in anger, his eyes searing with crimson fury, “Say that one more time, and I’ll make sure your right ear hears nothing ever again.”

“Can’t handle the truth? She’s heading straight into the Bartley family’s arms, and your scowling won’t change a thing!”

Like a tiger Thaddeus advanced towards her with menacing steps.

Glynnis threw her hands up in dramatic despair, “Help! Dad! Save me! Thaddeus is out for blood!”

“Enough! What is all this racket?!” Frederic stood on the staircase, glaring down at the feuding pair, his voice thunderous.

“Dad! Thaddeus is going to hit me. He only knows how to hit women!”

Glynnis sobbed exaggeratedly, “He might as well just kill me!”

enough!” Frederic pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience worn thin by

Frederic Abernathy.”

coldly at

her teeth, Glynnis hauled her hefty suitcase towards the door. Frederic, not entirely heartless, commanded sternly,

to

act as she bid her

had always shown her mercy. She would be back!

Frederic, struggling to suppress the turbulent rage within

him with disdain,

Bartley’s son wants to marry Marilla?

family hold sway in politics, and I’ve met Mr. Bartley’s son -a gentleman of distinction, far superior to

not a womanizer. And his parents

behind Thaddeus, her face pale, damp with sweat, tears welling

in school. Alston never hit or insulted her like Edith did, but the

while Edith’s clique tormented her, sometimes smirking

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in the second year of junior high, after

in dirty water, ruining her new uniform; satisfied, she then

in the musty corner, she couldn’t help shivering at the height of summer. At that

on her drenched

she screamed, her arms instinctively crossing her

let me touch them, just once, okay? No one will ever know,” Alston had whispered, his voice deceptively sincere yet laced with

still sent chills through Marilla’s

with me and want to lash out. But you

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