Relentless Pursuit After Divorce by The nightingale lives

Chapter 373: 373. A thing that is unfilial, unkind, and unjust_1

"Playing the family card with me?"

She looked at James Campbell, who also wore a face of discontent, and said, "You should be grateful that you’re still my dad by blood, otherwise, with your abilities, do you think I’d entrust the Campbell enterprise to you? I think this display of filial piety has been quite enough."

Not wanting to waste words with these people, she rose from the sofa and said, "Just take care of yourself."

Having said that, she opened the door to leave but James Campbell called out from behind her, "Wait."

Elly Campbell frowned impatiently and turned around, "What else is it?"

James Campbell walked up to her, his gaze fixed on Elly, a sense of entitlement on his face, and said, "Old Master always listens to you the most. Suqin and I are getting married next week. Why don’t you persuade him to stop holding a grudge and come to my wedding happily? Wouldn’t that be nice?"

Elly Campbell couldn’t believe that James Campbell could be so shameless as to infuriate his own dad to the point of hospitalization, never visit him, or apologize, and still have the audacity to ask for her help.

I would do you this favor? How can your face be

was so close with the Baker mother and daughter—she got it now; they were the same

otherwise, she really wouldn’t be able to live through

an agreement with Elly Campbell, she would at least

she mocked him unabashedly, and James Campbell’s face

I am your father. Won’t you even

warmth in Elly Campbell’s eyes gradually turned icy, and her gaze at James Campbell was devoid of any

I could

"You..."

the Old Master’s blessing, you’d sincerely ask for it. Have you done that? No, you haven’t, and instead, you’ve

his eyes, "Have you even gone to see him once? No, you haven’t! And

you insist on having the Old Master attend your wedding? Do you truly seek his blessing? You’re just after the military and political connections behind him. Not to mention who you’re marrying—she’s not even worthy of the Old Master’s people attending your

but do you have to come disgusting me, forcing me to strip away your ugly