Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1736: Screwed up

"Your words didn’t break us. But they did hurt someone—your son, Finn. And that’s what made us all angry."

Nina’s words replayed in the minds of the Davis couple as they sat quietly in the back of their car. After that was said, a long silence had followed.

Nina had simply told them that if they wanted to apologize, they should apologize to Finn. She appreciated their effort to do the right thing, but forgiveness had to come from the one who was truly hurt. If they apologized to Finn, then maybe the Bennet and Cortez families would still hold some hostility, but at least her family would know how to put her happiness above their own feelings.

If Finn forgave them, then they might talk about it again. For now, Nina expressed that it wasn’t her call. And since she had already said that, Charles, Allison, and Jessa didn’t say anything anymore.

With that, the Davis couple had left just as quietly as they had arrived with Charles.

Mr. Davis glanced at his wife, opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. He turned away, setting his eyes on the window beside him.

Silence weighed heavily on their shoulders for a while.

"She’s right," he said after another minute of silence. "The only person we truly hurt here is our son, not them."

Because in the end, Nina’s words also applied to the Davis couple. Whatever the Bennet and Cortez families’ opinions were, it didn’t matter to them.

Mrs. Davis let out a sharp huff but said nothing. She still maintained her strong front, but if she truly disagreed, she would’ve spoken by now.

clear rebuttal. But

together," Mrs. Davis murmured. "Had it not been for the scandal

turning to her with

"What do you want me to say?

yourself from the fact that we’ve always failed," he cut in sharply. "No matter how much

face faltered, her throat tightening as

she wanted to

Davis exhaled deeply and leaned

eyes back to the window. "Obviously, we agreed on a truce. This back-and-forth between us—it’s been

before everything unfolded. After all, he and Charles had arrived at the restaurant together, and Mrs. Davis

two men had a moment

our reach is far wider," he continued calmly. "And yet, Charles was able to give us both a headache. Logically, that shouldn’t have been possible. Do you know why that is? How could someone like him disrupt us the way he did,

his head to his wife. "Because the people he deals with have always known him as a man who

move, and those he reaches out to understand the reason behind it, they help him willingly. Not because they understand what being a parent is," he added, shaking his head, "but because they don’t

continued, locking eyes with her. "His connections know that a man like him is rare nowadays. Ours? Even if we cut one or two, we can always find replacements. That’s

the Davises’ connections were dispensable. Charles’s were not—not because

he turned back to the window. His eyes softened, the corners of his mouth curling with something close to

he asked, his brows raising. "I don’t even remember what he wore at his graduation, or what awards he received. I just know he owns a

step on stage to receive awards with his children. He even remembered some of their classmates’ names. And they still remember