Chapter 98
Chapter 98 A Household Divided
Wendy spoke with a hurt, aggrieved tone.
She had never stopped to think all this through.
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“Zora is my own daughter. She could never turn her back on me,” she mumbled quietly to herself.
They were bound by blood as mother and daughter-nothing could ever truly break that tie. She’d reached out to Zora time and again, yet the girl never once gave her a kind look, and it left Wendy quietly resentful.
“Mom, she’ll never cut you out of her life, that much is true,” Holden sighed heavily, “but you’ve broken her heart. And some hurts can never be mended p>
Zora had only just come back to them after being apart for 17 years. She hadn’t grown up under their roof, shared little real affection with the family, and now she’d been pushed aside like this. Winning back their bond would never be easy.
Blood ties weren’t everything. If they were, Zora wouldn’t keep brushing him off while staying so close to Reed.
He was her real brother.
Yet in all their meetings, she’d turned a blind eye to him completely.
A sharp, bitter twinge settled in Holden’s chest.
Then he frowned at his mother’s words-his father had pushed her to ask the Marlow family to take down the online posts.
His mother might not grasp how serious this all was, but surely his father did. Why force her to handle it alone?
Wendy fell silent.
She’d never imagined things could spiral this far, that a mother and daughter might drift apart for good.
“Are you saying all this just to blame me for everything I’ve done?” Irritation flared in Wendy’s
voice.
She’d comforted Jolie, cleaned up the mess the girl had landed in, endured her own mother’s pressure, and gotten no understanding from her daughter. Wayne came home late night after night, and now even her own son was here questioning her.
Her heart was heavy with frustration.
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“I’m sorry, Mom.” Holden had let his temper get the better of him, but he calmed down quickly and offered a sincere apology.
Wendy brushed at the corners of her eyes, holding back the ache in her heart.
As a mother, she’d tried time and again to reach out to her daughter, and she thought she’d done more than enough.
“You must be worn out from work at the company, Yale. Have you eaten yet? I’ll have the cook make your favorite meal.” She turned her worried gaze to Yale.
“No need, Mom. Just ask Mae to fix me a nourishing soup.” Yale shook his head.
The company was locked in a business partnership negotiation with the Pierce Group lately, and they were impossibly strict over every detail. Multiple proposals had already been rejected outright.
Yale had been stuck working overtime at the office for days, hardly getting a proper night’s rest.
He still carried the faint scent of liquor from business dinners, and all he wanted now was a nourishing soup before heading upstairs to rest.
“Right at once!” Wendy called out quickly. “Mae, tell the cook to make a nourishing soup for Yale right away-something warm to settle his stomach p>
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