Chapter 429
Chapter 429:
“When we reunited with Yelena, we sent gifts through our butler—precious herbs, designer bags, jewelry, and even stores in the city center. You were the ones who refused them p>
“Refused? That’s impossible!” Tatiana snapped, her voice sharp. She wasn’t foolish enough to turn down such generous offers.
“You never sent anything!” Sonya retorted.
“Think again. Those things are nothing but a drop in the bucket to the Harris family. But now, after all that you’ve done to Yelena, I see that giving them to you would’ve been a waste p>
The Harris family, though wealthy, had built their fortune through years of hard work. They weren’t going to waste their money on people who weren’t worth it.
The Harris family wasn’t naive. Why on earth would they spend their hard-earned money only to invite trouble into their lives?
Money didn’t just sprout from trees, after all.
Jonathan seemed confused. “What… what are you saying?” Cayson’s tone was serious, leaving Jonathan baffled.
Could it be true? But if it was, why didn’t Jonathan remember anything about it?
Tatiana’s expression then shifted, as if a distant memory clicked into place.
Jonathan noticed her reaction and turned toward her, a suspicion dawning in his mind.
“Tatiana,” Jonathan asked, his voice laced with curiosity, “did someone actually visit us p>
Tatiana hesitated before nodding. “Back then, I thought Yelena’s biological parents were just some struggling folks from a poor village in Phurg. I figured they had come around to take advantage of us, so I p>
Sonya chimed in, a spark of recognition lighting her face. “Yes, that’s right! An old man showed up one day, driving some clunky car with dents all over the front. It didn’t exactly scream ‘the richest family in Eighfast p>
It wasn’t that Sonya and her parents didn’t want whatever was offered—they believed it was just that the Harris family seemed so lofty, putting on airs like they were better than everyone else.
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“I’ll tell you what,” Sonya scoffed. “The Harris family never had any intention of giving us anything. It was all for show, plain and simple p>
Cayson shook his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Some people are so bitter,” he mused, “they can’t help but assume the whole world shares their rotten outlook p>
Jonathan, growing impatient, turned to Cayson. “So, why don’t you just hand it over now p>
Cayson folded his arms, his voice cool and sharp. “Do you honestly think we’d still give you anything p>
If the Roberts family had shown Yelena even a shred of kindness, Cayson wouldn’t have batted an eye at helping them out.
But the truth? They hadn’t.
The moment the Roberts family discovered Yelena wasn’t their blood, they cast her aside like yesterday’s news.
The Harris family, on the other hand, had done the opposite. When Cayson’s parents, Donna and Callum, found their real daughter Yelena, they hadn’t turned their backs on their adoptive daughter Bella. They continued to care for her as their own.
The Roberts family hadn’t been struggling at first, either. Sure, they didn’t have Harris-level wealth, but a listed company and a comfortable annual income weren’t anything to sneeze at. Not that it mattered now—Cayson was confident their fortune had taken a nosedive, thanks in part to his own actions.
Jonathan was at a loss for words, left floundering in the wake of Cayson’s scathing retort.
Tatiana, however, was made of sterner stuff. With a smirk, she said, “It’s simple. You either give us the money, and we’ll wash our hands of Yelena, or you don’t, and we’ll stick to you like glue p>