Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 424

Fidelia shuddered, the memory making her instinctively shake her head and bite her lip. "No! I don't want to!"

The last time she'd been punished and made to kneel, she'd ended up with a fever, rambling nonsense all night, her back aching so badly she thought she might just die. Now that she'd finally recovered, she had no desire to go through that ordeal again.

"Exactly!" Fowler nodded, his tone firm. Then he added, "Even if you really hate Effie and want to do something to her, you can't make it obvious, understand?"

"Dad... I thought you..."

"Thought what? That I'm so magnanimous I'd just let someone bully my own daughter?" Fowler let out a low laugh, his expression turning a little sinister. "Now's not the time. We'll deal with this later."

"Okay, Dad, I understand." Fidelia, tears and snot streaming down her face, immediately tried to throw herself into Fowler's arms for comfort.

But Fowler wrinkled his nose and pushed her away in disgust. "Come on now, that's filthy."

Marcia had been married to Fowler for years; she knew exactly what was going through his mind.

gently to Fidelia, "Sweetheart, wipe your face first-get those tears

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Fidelia could move, Fowler interjected, "No, don't wipe anything. You're going to walk in there just like this. That way, your grandfather will see you and feel sorry

keep thinking about sad things all the way back-keep those tears flowing. Let everyone see

solemnly, determined to follow the

family returned to

and Marcia's eyes were red-rimmed, looking appropriately grief-stricken. Fidelia was in an even worse state-sobbing, sniffling, even letting a bubble of snot escape from her nose. She

cold huff. He glared at them and said, "What's going on here? Anyone passing by would think someone in this house has

senses. Fowler, Marcia, and Fidelia scrambled to wipe

"Go clean up in the bathroom before you embarrass yourselves any

than the three of them rushed

they

you propose we do about this? It might have been a misunderstanding, but what that Crawford boy did not only insufted Ethan's branch of the family but also cast shame on the entire

"What's it got to do

hand on the table, making the tea set rattle with a loud clang. Everyone jumped at