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Andres hurried over. He pulled some tissues from his pocket, dabbing her cheeks with care. His voice softened. “Don’t cry. I know the Harper family looks down on you. They don’t give you an allowance and treat you like you don’t belong. I’ve heard the rumors. At first, I thought they couldn’t possibly be true. A family with that much money surely wouldn’t treat you like that. But after tonight, I can see that the rumors are real. I really feel for you.”
Sandra’s grievances swelled when she heard that, and her sobs grew louder. “You’re right. If it were outsiders, I could endure it. But it is my father who refuses to give me even a penny. It breaks my heart. I never got to choose the circumstances of my birth, so why must he punish me for it? I’ve never wronged him…”
Andres said in an angry voice, “None of this is your fault. They’re the ones in the wrong. Don’t worry; I’ll make sure you get justice. Come on, let’s confront Shepard right now and ask what he means by treating you this way.”
Sandra’s tears stopped instantly, and she clutched his sleeve to stop him. “No, please don’t. I’m only talking about this with you, not asking you to act. Family matters shouldn’t be dragged out into the open. If my father withholds money, maybe it’s because I’ve upset him. Once he is no longer mad at me, I believe he’ll give me something. Besides, I have a job and get paid monthly—”
Andres cut her off with a shake of his head, saying, “You’re far too naive. Do you even know how they weed Brenna back? Both of you are Harpers, yet look at how differently the Harper family treats you.”
Sandra blinked through her tears, surprised. “What do you mean? How did they treat Brenna when she returned to the family?”
Andres gave a coldugh. “They showered her with money. Your father and brother handed her shares,panies, properties, clothes, and handbags. They even had luxury store clerks deliver items to the house so she could pick whatever she wanted. And then there’s you. Compared to Brenna, your ce in that household isn’t much higher than a servant’s. They mistreat you because you let them.”
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Sandra’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Mr. Stewart, is what you said true?”
“Of course it’s true. Do you have any idea how much wealth Brennamands while you wait? And still, you defend them and refuse my help to im what’s rightfully yours? You are not being kind by doing this; you are being foolish.”
Sandra admitted inwardly that Andres’ words rang true, and she shared the same thought. But she refused to demand money from the Harpers. They didn’t owe her anything.
She was a Harper by blood, yet the wealth belonged to them. Whether they chose to share it or not rested entirely in their hands.
Although wealth tempted her, she disliked the idea of grabbing at it shamelessly. Such behavior would tarnish her name. She still needed to use the Harper family’s influence as adder to build her own future, after all.
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