Love's Tangled Web by Donna Taylor

Chapter 160

Chapter 160

Ellie turned to her parents. “Mom, Dad, just rest for a bit. I’ll be right back.”

“Ellie,” Joanna said, holding onto her daughter’s hand tightly, worry etched on her face.

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A wave of guilt washed over Ellie. Alex had just shouted so loudly–there was no way her parents hadn’t heard him. She couldn’t let Alex stay here and keep arguing, making her parents more anxious.

“Mom, I really am okay. I’m just going to talk to him for a minute,” Ellie reassured, gently prying her mom’s hand away.

After taking just a couple of steps, her dad, Harold, grabbed her arm. Ellie turned to look at her father, a man in his fifties, whose features were marked by time’s passage.

Even though he struggled to express himself, she could see the tension in his body, the worry in his eyes, and the guilt bubbling just beneath the surface… she understood it all.

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glancing at the wooden cane he leaned on and the empty pant leg beside it, a

voice firm. “Whatever

Ellie go, Alex stepped forward to grab

front of Harold, afraid Alex

sight of Ellie’s tear–filled eyes and felt an unfamiliar irritation. “I’m not going to argue with a cripple!” he said and then

as though he was going to

end?! Back in the day, you were the ones who

all grateful on the surface, but the moment you got her back, you expect her to be your little worker! Now that you’re broke, you want to sell your daughter back to us?

Ellie cried out, noticing the angry expressions on her parents‘ faces. She stepped

response, his voice sharp. “Ellie, have you ever thought about how much

your parents spent on me has nothing to do with you!”

penny my parents used for you came from me! You

was left speechless by his retort!

Ellie’s parents. “When she was a kid, you handed her over to us to raise, and now that she’s grown, you want to sell her back to us so she can inherit our family’s wealth? Is the Thompson family in the business of selling daughters

trembling finger pointed at the door.

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