Chapter 589
Chapter 589:
“Let me ask you something, Sonya. Since you’ve returned to the Roberts family, have you even visited Grandpa’s grave once p>
Sonya’s voice caught in her throat. She’d never given it a second thought. As far as she was concerned, Archie was long gone and buried—wasting time and energy on someone she never knew seemed pointless.
“Did you know Grandpa loved these so-called ‘cheap offerings’ when he was alive?” Yelena continued, her tone calm.
Face reddening, Sonya snapped, “Don’t you dare talk to me like that! If you hadn’t stolen my life in the first place, I’d know all about Grandpa’s likes and dislikes. But you took everything that should’ve been mine—my home, my family—and now you act like you’re better than me p>
Yelena’s voice remained level. “You think I wanted any of this p>
If she had a choice, she would never have lost all those years with her real family.
But to Jonathan and his family, Yelena’s calm demeanor came off as smug and unrepentant. They saw it as proof that she’d had an easy life in the Roberts household, compared to Sonya, who’d grown up in a rough orphanage. Sonya herself was bitterly convinced that Yelena had stolen her rightful life. And now, even after her grand reappearance, it still seemed like Yelena had everything—wealth, status—while Sonya’s world remained stuck in a spiral of disappointments.
Tatiana’s voice cut through the tension, hard-edged and unwavering. “Yelena, cut this nonsense. That house belongs to the Roberts family. Hand it over before we’re forced to hire a lawyer p>
She exchanged a meaningful glance with Jonathan, who nodded and stepped forward. “Yelena, I know you and my dad were close—maybe that’s why he entrusted the house to you. But it’s still the Roberts family’s property. You’re with the Harris family now… there’s no need to cling to what isn’t yours p>
Sonya crossed her arms and shot Yelena a venomous look. “Aren’t you ever satisfied? You’re already swimming in wealth, and yet you still have your eyes on Grandpa’s house p>
Yelena’s cool, assessing gaze moved over them. If not for the redevelopment plans and the considerable demolition compensation, they would never have bothered returning for this modest old house.
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“Grandpa gave it to me—legally. If you doubt it, check the records p>
“What?” Jonathan sputtered, clearly taken aback.
Tatiana’s face went red with fury as a sudden realization seemed to dawn on her. She jabbed a finger at Yelena. “You must have tricked him into signing when he was too ill to know better p>
Yelena regarded her with a dismissive half-lidded stare. “Think whatever you like. You’ll find out soon enough what’s true. If you want the house, go ahead and try your luck in court—then you’ll see who the law sides with.” Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away.
Sonya bolted forward, aiming to catch up with Yelena. Austin, however, moved like a well-trained bodyguard, stepping between them before Sonya could so much as brush Yelena’s sleeve.
Sonya’s eyes brimmed with indignant tears, and she pleaded in a voice far too sweet to be entirely sincere. “Mr. Barton, please don’t be fooled by Yelena. She acts all innocent, but deep down, she’s cruel. Otherwise, why would she con an old man into giving up his own house p>
Austin’s gaze remained steady. “You sure you’re not describing yourself?” he asked mildly.
Sonya froze at the accusation, her face flushing with mingled embarrassment and fury. She couldn’t even muster a comeback.
Austin then addressed Jonathan and his wife, his tone sharp as a blade. “Know your place. Don’t pick fights with people you shouldn’t cross p>
Fear flickered across Jonathan’s face as he saw Tatiana gearing up to hurl more insults. He quickly clamped a hand over her mouth, his eyes locking with hers, silently urging her to keep quiet.