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Chapter 2697

With the Macclain family bankrupt, Simone had lost her former glamour. In just a few months, she had aged considerably, and her

old arrogance was gone.

Estelle’s expression was as cool as ever. “What do you want?”

Bet glanced at Simone, then smiled paternally. “We heard you were getting married. Your mother wanted to see you. We heard

you and Mr. Lamont were here with friends tonight, so we cby.”

Estelle nodded faintly. “You've seen me. You can go now.”

Simone’s face tightened, and she subtly tugged on Bet's sleeve.

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Bet's smile grew warmer. “Estelle, since you're getting married, do you think your mother and | could attend the wedding? No

matter what, we are your biological parents. The last tyour mother was hospitalized after Carmella Macclain upset her, it was

Mr. Lamont who paid the bills so she could recover.”

“After everything that’s happened, your mother and | have done a lot of soul-searching. We finally understand that our own

daughter is our own daughter. Blood is thicker than water. As for the one who wasn't ours, no matter how well we treated her, she

turned out to be an ungrateful, heartless monster.”

Simone chimed in, humbling herself. “Yes, | was fooled by Carmella’s hypocrisy. | was so foolish. Estelle, please ive your

mother.”

Estelle looked at Simone’s ingratiating face, and a flood of memories returned. The first tthey met, the woman's indifference

and poorly concealed disdain had been painfully obvious. After moving in with the Macclains, her blatant favoritism and coldness

had only widened the chasm between them. Then, after she moved out, they grew even more distant. Every tshe clashed with

Carmella, Simone had sided with her rival without exception, treating Estelle like an enemy. Even after the truth cout, she had

never apologized. She had always been too proud, too arrogant.

To Estelle, the word “mother” was a distant, foreign concept that she could never associate with Simone. Now, suddenly, Simone

was asking for iveness. Although she could hear no sincerity in her voice, a strange feeling stirred within Estelle—not warmth,

but a sense of weary irony.

“I understand what you're asking,” she said, her voice clear and cool. “You can attend the wedding. I'll have an invitation sent to