Chapter 1302
“Mother! Karlee is my only daughter! If she dies, I’ll die with her—and you’ll lose us both!”
A second slap cracked through the air, louder and fiercer than the first. Edgar had struck Amilia.
“Ah!” Amilia cried, falling beside her daughter. Both women lay on the floor with red, swelling cheeks, their earlier arrogance stripped away.
The slap seemed to drain the last of Edgar’s strength. The frail old man began trembling, overtaken by a violent coughing fit.
Elsie hurried to his side, gently rubbing his back.
“Edgar, calm down. Don’t strain yourself. Let me deal with this,” she whispered.
But Edgar couldn’t keep his temper in check. He jabbed his cane toward Amilia, his voice trembling with rage.
“I can’t fathom how you’ve turned out this rotten despite our efforts to guide you. Ruining your own life wasn’t enough—you dragged your daughter into this shameless mess! You’ve disgraced us!”
As he spoke, his anger only grew. His breathing became rough and uneven, and a dark, purplish shade crept over his face. He looked moments away from losing consciousness altogether.
When Edgar began to falter, Elsie quickly handed him a pill. Kaleb hurried over, placing a reassuring hand on his father’s shoulder.
“Dad, try to stay calm. Let me take care of this.”
Rita, anxious herself, rushed to get some water and held the glass to Edgar’s lips.
“Here, have a sip.”
Edgar leaned against her hand, drank slowly, and a bit of color returned to his face.
All the while, Amilia and Karlee stayed on their knees, sulking defiantly. Neither offered the slightest help.
Edgar and Elsie exchanged weary sighs, disappointment heavy between them. Despite years of showering their daughter and granddaughter with affection, neither woman showed an ounce of kindness or gratitude. Yet Bexley, unrelated by blood, always treated them with genuine care. There were moments when they secretly wished Bexley had been their own child.
After ensuring Edgar was out of danger, Kaleb turned his fury toward Amilia and Karlee. Their heartless behavior and blatant selfishness had pushed him to the edge of his restraint.
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But before anyone could react, Amilia unleashed another vicious outburst.
“Bexley, you filthy tramp! You’re always pretending to care just to win over my parents, fooling them into loving you more than their actual daughter! You have no shame—ah!”
A sudden kick sent Amilia sprawling, silencing her instantly. Kaleb had reached his breaking point and struck out; he couldn’t stand to hear another vile slander against Bexley.
No one knew better than Kaleb how deeply Bexley appreciated Edgar and Elsie for saving her life, how she’d spent a decade serving them loyally and without complaint. In sharp contrast, Amilia never showed an ounce of care toward her parents, choosing instead to attack Bexley at every turn. It was beyond infuriating. In that moment, Kaleb seriously considered cutting ties with Amilia for good.
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