Chapter 275
Seeing Patrick’s towering rage, Marianne was reminded of how brutally he had treated her outside Obsidian Palace just a short while ago.
Humiliation turned to anger, and she shrieked, “What are you yelling at me for? What right do you have to blame me? Or our sons? You’re her father! She lived here for four years, and you never noticed either, did you? You didn’t set foot in here to check on her once in four years. You never cared whether she lived or died! So don’t you stand there and pretend to be the good guy now p>
Patrick’s face flushed a deep red, and for a long moment, he couldn’t utter a single word.
He ran his hands through his hair roughly.
She was right. Who was there to blame?
No wonder Serena hated them so much-hated them enough to leave the Wynn family without a second thought, hated them so much she refused to ever come back.
Anyone who had been treated like trash in an environment like this for four years would be filled with hate!
He leaned weakly against the wall. The fever and the intense pain in his head made his dizziness even worse.
He honestly wished he could just black out and faint again.
“Dad, right now… there’s no point in saying any of this,” Benedict said, looking at the heartbreakingly shabby room and then at his father, who looked unwell and deeply uncomfortable. He spoke with difficulty. “With the Wynn family in this state… and with a hundred-million-dollar debt, what are we going to do next p>
Patrick took several deep, ragged breaths, trying to regain some composure. “What can we do? We have to go to the source of the problem… Our only hope now is Serena p>
“She’s able to mix with Mr. Foster, the Barnes family’s daughter, Mr. Hawthorne… that whole group of top-tier elites. And her status among them is so high p>
“If we just put in a little more effort, spend a little more time trying to win her over! If we can get her back… what’s a hundred million dollars? As long as she agrees the
W family… with the help of those elites, we can absolutely make a stunning comeback. We might even break into the ranks of Vaelion City’s high society p>
The more Patrick spoke, the more a light ignited in his eyes, his tone growing more and more certain.
Benedict pressed his lips together.
He knew, of course, that if Serena were willing to help, all their problems would disappear.
The problem was p>
Serena had made her attitude perfectly clear.
She would never come back to the Wynn family p>
“She’ll give in!” Patrick said, his fists clenched tight. It was as if he were a drowning man clinging to his only lifeline, forcing himself to believe in it. “Don’t you all forget what Serena used to be like p>
“Deep down, what she craves most is family affection! Otherwise, why would she have spent four years trying so desperately to please us? She acted so humbly, all just to become part of this family, right p>
“Back when your grandmother died, she was so devastated. She locked herself in your grandmother’s room for three days and three nights and cried until her eyes were swollen shut! That proves she’s a person who values relationships and loyalty p>
“As long as we’re willing to humble ourselves, show enough sincerity, and make her believe that we truly regret what we did, that we truly see her as our daughter and sister. If we can make her feel the warmth of a family, she will definitely soften her heart. She will definitely come back p>
Benedict looked at his father, who was bordering on delirious, and moved his lips as if to speak.
But Patrick, fists still clenched,
seemed lost in a trance, muttering to
fnet
himself, “Yes… outside Obsidian Palace, Serena deliberately kept mentioning her family from the slums in front of us showing off how close she was with them. That was obviously just an act p>