Chapter 33 I’m an Orphan
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Blair had convinced himself that the only plausible reason for Davina’s current glamorous appearance was that she was a sugar baby. After all, how else could a girl who had just been released from prison afford such expensive clothes?
For a young woman with no connections and no standing in high society, as Stella had put it, there seemed to be no other plausible explanation.
As Davina listened, her frustration grew, and she found herself struggling to keep her composure.
Finally, she snapped. “Do you think I’m so cheap!
“Is it your family’s habit to do whatever you want just because you have a mental disorder?”
Patience had never been Davina’s strong suit.
Davina could feel her patience wearing thin, knowing she’d already endured more than she could handle.
A cold
cold expression crossed Blair’s features as he issued a warning. “Davina, don’t push it.”
Davina let out a sharp, mocking laugh, then stood up. Without a second thought, she tossed the rest of her coffee right into
Blair’s face.
His smirk vanished as the hot liquid drenched his face.
Blair’s face hardened, his gaze locking onto Davina with a chilling intensity.
Tve already told you–I’m an orphan. My whole family is gone. Do you understand? Don’t pretend we’re connected.
“And one more thing, you all owe me I owe you nothing. If you’ve wronged me, the least you can do is apologize and beg for forgiveness. You shouldn’t stand here, trying to act all high and mighty while showing just how vile you really are”
Blair’s hands tightened into fists, his effort to maintain control evident.
“It’s best for your entire family to keep their distance from me from now on. If I’m ever in a bad mood, I might just expose all the vile things you’ve done
“You have no evidence, Blair shot back, his voice icy as if he had reached the end of his patience with Davina. “Even if you speak up, no one will take you seriously, Davina, if we could hide that incident, don’t think we can’t handle
Davina’s lips twisted into a sneer. “In that case go to hell”
With that, Davina stood and walked out.
Blair’s face, already clouded with anger, became even more chilling
He hadn’t planned for things to escalate so quickly with Davina today.
Although Blair felt nothing for Davina, blood still bound them
So, while Blair and his brothers weren’t close to her, they y still considered her their sister deep down.
However, when compared to Stella, Davina just couldn’t measure up.
The events from two years ago still haunted them with a sense of lingering guili
That was why Blair had hoped to resolve things with her this time.
you too.”
His intention was to bring her back to Summer Mansion, to stop her from spiraling further, and to make sure she wouldn’t do anything to hurt Stella and the family.
But he hadn’t anticipated her being so stubborn.
And the things she said he had no defense against them. All he could do was push back even harder.
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Chapter 33 I’m an Orphan
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Still, he believed that with the right approach. Davina would come around and move back into the Summer Mansion.
the end, she was just a recently released ex–con with no real support or resources.
He just had to figure out who the man backing her was.
Every time Davina ran into someone from the Summers, it felt like her day took a nosedive.
Maybe next time she ought to read her horoscope before stepping outside.
She had to admit–Blair was capable enough if he’d managed to find her this quickly.
Then again, she really shouldn’t have been shocked.
The Summers had their hands in half the city’s real estate–they were bound to have people keeping tabs.
No wonder Blair had shown up at the exact café she was in.
What a cursed day. I should’ve brought holy water.” Davina muttered.
Devina’s brow furrowed as she got ready to head home, only to catch sight of three all–too–familiar faces.
It was the couple who had once taken her in–and their son.
The trio had just stepped out of a shopping mall, and in the son’s hands was a shoebox from a luxury brand, the kind that cost several thousand dollars a pair.
They cheerfully ushered their son into the car, grinning ear to ear, before driving away.
“How could they afford that?”
Hector blew every cent he had on booze and gambling, and Nydia was as useless as they came–always lounging around, either playing cards or pestering people for loans.
Their son wasn’t any better–pampered to the core and constantly making a mess of things thanks to their blind indulgence.
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