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    The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. Jalen shuffled in with his wife and kids, then ordered them to kneel.


    “Kneel,” he hissed at Conor. “Maybe Aunt Giselle will soften her heart if she sees us beg.”


    His wife and children dropped obediently to their knees. But Conor and his wife—bothwyers, proud—stood rooted to the spot. They refused to listen to Jalen.


    Conor turned away with a cold snort, grabbing his wife’s hand. “Come on. I’m not doing this.”


    Jalen’s voice cracked with anger. “Where do you think you’re going?”


    “I’m not kneeling,” Conor shot back. “If you want to humiliate yourself, go ahead. But my family and I won’t do it.”


    The words barely left his mouth before Wesley, red-faced and furious, lunged forward and struck him across the face. “If you walk out that door now, you’re no son of mine!”


    But Conor didn’t even nce back. He stormed out with his family, mming the door behind him.


    Wesley eximed, “Ungrateful brat! Just wait till I deal with you!”


    Just then, Brenna stepped forward. Her voice was steady but cold. “Darrell, get them all out of here.”


    Darrell nodded grimly. “No wonder Mrs. Harper has kept her distance from that side of the family all these years. Shameless bunch, everyst one of them.”


    He motioned to a few guards, who filed into the living room to escort the family out.


    Wesley wasn’t done yet. He thrashed and shouted as they took hold of him. “Giselle, you’ve got money, power, everything—and still, you won’t lift a finger to help us! You’re a cold-blooded woman, through and through! Your sister-inw is dying, and you just turn your back on her? You’ll pay for this one day!”


    Darrell’s patience finally snapped. “That’s enough!” He signaled one of the guards, who quickly moved to muffle Wesley’s mouth.


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    Jalen yelled, desperation in his voice, “Aunt Giselle, please! We’ve got nowhere else to turn. If you don’t help us, our whole family is finished!”


    Wesley’s entire family was stunned by Giselle’s mercilessness. She had driven them out without an ounce of pity, showing no regard even for the children.


    The two elders, both well past fifty, wailed and cursed at the gates of the Harper estate, with no regard for appearances. Momentster, they were shoved past the property line, Wesley receiving the harshest treatment of all. When Darrell noticed Wesley’s wife clutching her chest in distress, he only gave her a cold shove.


    “Get lost! If you dare set foot here again, I’ll break your legs!”


    The iron gates mmed shut with a deafening ng, sealing Wesley and his family outside.


    Wesley rushed to steady his wife, whose knees nearly gave out beneath her. Rage burned in his eyes as he red at the gates. “How could she do this to us? I’m her brother! Has she no conscience at all? Giselle is a university professor, married to a billionaire, rubbing shoulders with the powerful—helping me would have cost her nothing! And yet, she turns her back on her own blood. She will regret this one day; mark my words!”


    Conor and his family helped each other to their feet. Conor didn’t think it was appropriate for his father to say something like that, but he stayed silent, knowing his father’s temper all too well.


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