Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 1612 Guilt and Presents

Ellen’s tears welled up in her eyes again in her disappointment, and the tough demeanor she maintained fell apart in an instant. No matter how unfairly life treated her, she could always face it with a smile. Nevertheless, she felt absolutely powerless and weak at this moment.

That evening, Connor offered to take Ellen and Olivia out for dinner after he came back from his appointment. They went to an upscale steakhouse near their residence. Having lived in the area for more than ten years, they had gotten into the habit of eating at such places. Olivia couldn’t resist using this opportunity to show off.

“Ellie, here. Try this. I’m sure you’ve never tasted these before.” Olivia handed Ellen a plate of desserts. Ellen quickly thanked her aunt. “Thank you, Aunt Olivia.” “It’s nothing! We often eat these, so we’ve gotten tired of eating them,” Olivia added.

Connor immediately glanced sideways at her, warning her not to boast to Ellen. After all, it was all thanks to Ellen’s brother that they could enjoy their current lifestyle.

He could not bear to watch how she enjoyed the blessings that Ellen’s brother gave them while expressing disparaging remarks about Ellen.

As Ellen was a sensitive person by nature, she immediately lowered her head

mall and bought some clothes for her. Although Ellen kept refusing his goodwill, he stubbornly insisted on buying the clothes for her. His little shopping spree

prevent Connor from buying clothes for her again, I’m going to give my daughter’s old clothes to her

rummaged through the wardrobe on the second floor and packed up all the old clothes that Selena no longer wore. Connor walked into the wardrobe and asked, “What are

up Lena’s old

new clothes for her. Why are you giving

aren’t old. If you sold any of them, these used items would still fetch a price

No matter how good the condition of

rags she’s wearing at the moment! I don’t know if it’s because her clothes were shedding, but I found a lot of lint on my clothes when I

“That child is so pitiful.

I accidentally tell her about how

that?”

in our hands anyway. What is there to be afraid of? Do you