NovelOnlineEstelle smiled faintly. “How could they?”
Bet, looking awkward, adopted a deferential tone. “Mr. Lamont, you've misunderstood. We would never bully our own
daughter.”
“Daughter?” Jonathan's gaze, sharp as ice, swept over the couple. “Isn't your daughter washing dishes in a restaurant?”
Bet's face fell, and he said nothing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJonathan led Estelle to a nearby sofa and sat down, his voice calm but firm. “Bet, | believe | told you toe toif you
needed something, not to bother Ella.”
“I... I just heard Estelle was getting married and cto congratulate her,” Bet stammered, intimidated.
“It didn’t sound like congratulations,” Jonathan retorted with a cynical edge. “It sounded more like emotional blackmail.”
Bet forced a smile. “Mr. Lamont, my wife and | just want Estelle’s wedding to be as perfect as possible.”
“Are you implying the wedding I've planned for Ella isn’t perfect?” Jonathan shot back.
Bet choked on his words, not daring to reply.
“You two needn’t worry about Estelle not having family on her side,” Jonathan continued. “The family she has is far more reliable
than her so-called biological parents.”
Simone, stung by his words, couldn’t hold back her resentment despite her fallen status. “Mr. Lamont is right,” she said with a
sneer. “Estelle has the Jarvis family behind her. Even when the Macclain family was at its peak, we could neverpare to them.”
Jonathan's dark eyes flashed. “I’ve never seen someone show so little gratitude to the people who raised their daughter,” he said
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