Chapter 303
Chapter 303:
Donna hesitated, her expression softening with both confusion and unease. “You… were the ones who raised Yelena?” she asked, her voice quiet. “If that’s true, then we owe you a great deal. Thank you. We never had the chance to thank you properly, but p>
Her words trailed off, and a flicker of something unsaid hung in the air. She remembered the gifts Callum had meticulously prepared—the heartfelt gesture meant to express their gratitude. But their butler had returned humiliated, the offerings rejected outright, with a message that their involvement wasn’t welcome. Donna’s heart ached at the memory.
Callum had eventually given up, unwilling to escalate the tension further.
And yet, here stood Tatiana, accusing them of ungratefulness. Donna’s mind churned, trying to untangle the contradictions.
“Mom,” Yelena interjected, her voice calm. “Don’t waste your energy on them. It’s all in the past. We owe them nothing p>
Over the years, Yelena had done more than her share to support the Roberts family.
Their endless greed had been the true catalyst for every conflict that followed.
And now, to stand there and accuse her of ingratitude?
The sheer audacity was almost laughable.
The Roberts family’s shamelessness knew no bounds.
Tatiana’s composure cracked, and her face twisted with rage. “You little brat!” she spat. “I should’ve wrung your neck instead of wasting years raising you p>
Yelena remained unshaken, her tone turning icy. “Is that all you’ve got? Threats and empty rage p>
Her eyes narrowed, her words striking with precision. “Do you know why the Roberts family fell so far? Because you never knew how to stop. Greed, arrogance, and bitterness—this is what you did to yourselves. I helped you out of respect for what you once did for me, but you never knew when enough was enough. Now that you’re back where you started, you have no one to blame but yourselves p>
𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 g𝓪𝗅𝗇𝓸ν𝓮𝗅𝓈﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺
“You! Yelena, you’ve grown quite bold, haven’t you? Just wait and see,” Tatiana hissed, her anger flaring as she stomped her foot for emphasis.
Jonathan lingered on the sidelines, silent and stoic. It wasn’t his battle to fight, after all—a quarrel between women was treacherous ground, and he saw no good in stepping into it.
Yet, he couldn’t help but feel rattled by Yelena’s sharp words.
As he mulled it over, a realization began to dawn on him. Ever since Yelena had come into her own, the Roberts family’s fortunes had inexplicably flourished. Lucrative business deals seemed to fall into their laps, and every collaboration went off without a hitch. At first, he’d chalked it all up to sheer dumb luck. But could it really be Yelena behind their newfound success?
How could that be possible? She was just a young woman—how could she wield such influence or understand the cutthroat world of business? It all felt too far-fetched to be true.
Jonathan furrowed his brow. Then a memory surfaced; he’d once caught sight of Yelena at DY Group’s headquarters.
And suddenly, the pieces clicked into place.
Yelena had ties to DY Group—strong ones, at that. Perhaps she was even directly connected to the company. Regret gnawed at Jonathan, his frown deepening. He’d been too hard on Yelena in the past, too quick to dismiss her.
If he’d treated her with more kindness, perhaps their family wouldn’t be standing on such shaky ground now. He resolved to make amends, to apologize sincerely. Maybe, just maybe, Yelena would forgive them and continue supporting the Roberts family. But Yelena’s icy demeanor gave him little hope.
“Yes, I’ll wait,” Yelena said coolly, her tone cutting like a blade.
Taking Donna’s hand, she turned to leave.
“Yelena…” Donna began, her voice tinged with concern. Gentle and warm-hearted, Donna had always carried gratitude toward those who had raised Yelena. After all, who knew what fate might have befallen her daughter otherwise?
“Mom, let’s go. Dad and Cayson are already waiting,” Yelena said, giving Donna’s hand a reassuring pat.
Donna, sensing her daughter’s resolve, held her tongue. Together, they swept off toward the most opulent private room in the venue.
Watching them depart, Sonya muttered through clenched teeth, “That bitch Yelena is insufferable.” Every encounter with Yelena left Sonya seething, her inferiority complex simmering just beneath the surface.
“Sonya,” Jonathan snapped, his voice low and firm, “mind your words. A lady should speak with grace. If the Ellis family catches wind of this, it won’t end well p>
Jonathan’s unease was palpable. Given Yelena’s potential connection to DY Group, crossing her was the last thing he wanted to do now.
Sonya, however, was far from pacified. Her father’s rebuke only deepened her grudge against Yelena, bitterness festering like a slow-burning flame.
Noticing the tension crackling in the air, Tatiana swiftly stepped in, her tone brisk yet conciliatory. “Let’s not linger on this nonsense. Everyone’s waiting for us inside.” On a day meant for celebration, they couldn’t afford to let petty squabbles cast a shadow over it.