?Chapter 498: Green is so thoroughly enchanted that hes forgotten his manners.


    Their words only worsened Lizas already poor opinion of Harlee.


    Visibly irate, Liza pounded her cane against the floor, her voice booming with fury.


    Were going now.


    I need to see firsthand the kind of woman your father dares to bring into the Morgan family! With a fiery determination, Liza stormed inside.


    The sitting room brimmed with guests quietly gathered in small groups.


    With the ceremony to acknowledge Harlee as a goddaughter nowplete, Wilton and Belen warmly held her close in an embrace.


    When Lindsay arrived with Liza, a fleeting look of surprise flickered in Wiltons eyes before he quickly masked it with aposed smile.


    Approaching to greet Liza, he said, Mom, why didnt you let us know youd be back today? Lizas tone was sharp and cutting.


    How else would I uncover that youre handing out the goddaughter title to just anyone? Before anyone else could respond, Wilton spoke up firmly.


    Mom, please choose your words carefully.


    Harlee is the goddaughter of Belen and me.


    Lindsay rose from her wheelchair, took Lizas arm, and asked, Dad, how can you speak so harshly to my grandma? Check out the newest chapters gαlησν?ls Lindsay deliberately avoided her fathers gaze, not wanting to meet his cold eyes.


    Liza let out a disdainful snort, striking the floor with her cane to punctuate her displeasure.


    Wilton, have you stopped seeing me as your mother altogether? Since the passing of Cade Morgan, Wiltons father, Wilton rarely visited Liza, only making appearances during major holidays, and hisck of contact weighed heavily on Liza.


    Liza understood the me ced on her for Cades death, though she insisted it wasnt her fault.


    Cade had fallen, and she had merely failed to get medical help for him in time.


    Because of this, the family gatherings had grown scarce, and the warmth of a bustling home seemed forever lost.


    If not for Lindsay calling her the previous night, Liza wouldnt have even known about her sons birthday banquet or his ns to officially wee Harlee as part of the family.


    Though Liza criticized Wilton for excluding her, she conveniently ignored her own failure to remember his birthday for years.


    You are, of course, my mother, Wilton replied, his tone distant.


    It was a hollow answer, evading the heart of her usations.


    Though Wilton med Liza deeply for his fathers death, he never publicly disrespected her, choosing instead to preserve her dignity in front of others.


    Yet, everyone in their social circle knew the truth.


    Lizas expression darkened as her eyes settled on Harlee.


    With cold authority, she strode to the main seat and sneered, This woman doesnt evene close to Lindsays caliber.


    I cant fathom what you and your wife were thinking, choosing such a substandard goddaughter.


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