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!”

“That’s enough!” Frederic pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience worn thin by the shrill noise, “Dennis, take her to the airport, now!”

“Yes, Mr. Frederic Abernathy.”

Dennis glanced coldly at Glynnis, “After you.”

Gritting her teeth, Glynnis hauled her hefty suitcase towards the door. Frederic, not entirely heartless, commanded sternly, “Help her with that, will you?”

had to comply, lifting the suitcase.

you, Dad! Bye, Dad!” Glynnis put on a pitiful act as she bid her father farewell, but deep down, she

had always shown her mercy. She would

Frederic, struggling to suppress the turbulent rage within him, “Glynnis mentioned the Bartleys came proposing for Marilla. Is that true?”

him with

son wants to marry Marilla? And you agreed?”

in politics, and I’ve met Mr. Bartley’s son -a

His is not a womanizer. And his parents don’t mind Marilla’s illness. They’re willing to accept her. Tell me,

Thaddeus, her face pale, damp with sweat, tears welling up in her red

school. Alston never hit or insulted her like Edith did, but the psychological shadows he inflicted were far

always stood watch while Edith’s clique

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the second year of junior high, after receiving new school uniforms,

her into the equipment room and drenched her in dirty water, ruining her new

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

his gaze fixed on her drenched chest. Her small, budding figure was embarrassingly

a panic, she screamed, her arms instinctively crossing her

ever know,”

sent chills through

became white through tight clenching, “You’re upset with me and want to

worst of me.” Frederic shot back furiously, “Marilla is my daughter. Do you think

is for her best

your career. An alliance with

red to white as his son unabashedly stripped away his pretenses, fueling his anger even

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