Chapter 133 The Oriole And The Mantis

“Pfft. Why would you mention her on such a joyous occasion?” Thomas downed the glass of red wine in his hand and glanced at Yvonne. “That girl has a wild streak and does not know how to treasure herself. She does not deserve to be my daughter…”

Yvonne gave him an apologetic smile in response. “Yes, you’re right. That girl lived with her mother in the countryside since young. There’s no way she could amount to anything honorable.”

Although Yvonne was a mistress who later became the lady of the house, she treated Yara like her own child and loved her more dearly than she loved her daughter, Melissa.

“Unlike Yara, who grew up by our side with first-rate education, talents, preferences…”

At the mention of Yara, Thomas’ tightly knitted brows relaxed a little.

“Yara is indeed exceptional.”

“It’s because of who raised her,” Yvonne announced smugly. “After she marries into the Bowers family, your birthday celebrations will be as grand as Old Mr. Watsons.”

Everyone in Thomas’ family beamed with delight.

Natalie watched the happy family full of smiles from a spot not far away as she ate her chocolate truffle cake.

She was always an outsider in this family.

part of the family in the past

nothing but hatred

returned

to make

painful experiences were buried deeply in her

although they were buried, she had never forgotten

appeared before her, clinging onto

of them looked at each

Ross interrupted them, exclaiming with wide eyes, “Natalie? Why are

of indifference, putting down the plate of half-eaten cake on the table.

didn’t use to treat me

call me Natalie.

deliberately running off in a panicked and flustered

once her back was turned to Belle, she grinned

grand

some pleasantries, the crowd grew more and more excited. The next event was

family and their branch

Max had already seen many such items

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