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.

words and trying to find a clear rebuttal. But nothing came. Every argument she could think of sounded hollow, nothing

Cassandra were good together," Mrs. Davis murmured. "Had it not been for the scandal Cassandra got involved in, I might’ve

he said, turning

"What do you want me to say?

always failed," he cut in sharply. "No matter how much we’ve achieved, we’ve always failed to be parents

her throat tightening as she

for him,’ was what she wanted to say—but she couldn’t. Not after

exhaled deeply and leaned back,

snapping his eyes back to the window. "Obviously, we

thinking back to that brief moment alone with Charles before everything unfolded. After all, he and Charles had arrived at the restaurant

the two men had a

Logistics, 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

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

willingly. Not because they understand what being a parent is," he added, shaking his head, "but because

is rare nowadays. Ours? Even if we cut one or

connections were dispensable. Charles’s were not—not because of numbers, but

turned back to the window.

involve a meal?" he asked, his brows raising. "I don’t even

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