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.

to be part of the family in the past but ended up

nothing but hatred

her when she returned to the Nichols family residence

hoping to make

were buried

buried, she had never

past, Belle appeared

of them looked at each

them, exclaiming with wide eyes, “Natalie? Why are you

to one of indifference, putting down the

to treat me like

call me Natalie. I

that, Natalie turned around and left, deliberately running off in a panicked

her back was turned to

after, Max made his grand entrance at the

crowd grew more and more excited. The next

the Watsons family and their branch family was the

However, Max had already seen many such items in his lifetime, and he politely thanked

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