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

felt nothing but hatred and disdain left for

when she returned to the Nichols family residence with her

deliberately tripped her, hoping to make

painful experiences were buried deeply in

buried, she

the past, Belle appeared before her, clinging onto

looked at each other, their minds

interrupted them, exclaiming with wide eyes,

look of surprise on her face to one of indifference, putting

you didn’t use to treat me

call me Natalie. I don’t

and left, deliberately

once her back was turned

after, Max made his grand entrance at the

grew more and more excited. The next event was for the

younger generation from the Watsons family and their branch family was the first

were all lavish gifts. However, Max had already seen many such

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