<b>Chapter </b><b>738 </b>
Glynnls‘plexion was ghostlier than a specter’s. The mere thought of apologizing <b>to </b>that blockhead, on her knees no less, seemed worse than a death sentence.
Her eyes darted towards Hamilton, who was seething with a righteous fury that left no room for the disgraceful spectacle she presented. It was clear that he was hell–bent on seeing her punished.
With the old man turning a blind eye, Glynnis, in a disy of abject servility, knelt <b>at </b>Frederic’s feet, tears
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streaming down her face as she clutched his legs and pleaded, “Dad! I know I’ve messed up. I won’t ever dare to <b>do </b><b>it </b>again! Banishing me from Elmsworth, forbidding me to show my filial respect – it’s cruelty enough! Haven’t I been punished already? As your daughter, don’t I deserve a shred of dignity? Must he grind my face in the dirt <b>and </b>drive me to despair before he’s satisfied?! Dad, please!”
Her wails were so intense that an outsider might mistake her for the victim.
<b>Frederic </b>frowned, trying to pull her up. The sight of so many servants witnessing this undignified scene was too much, but Glynnis clung to him as if she were a leech, seemingly impossible to shake off even from a kick. “Thaddeus, the punishment you’ve proposed is quite severe already. Let’s skip the groveling apology,” Frederic said firmly, his tone more of amand than a suggestion.
<b>Thaddeus</b>‘ eyes shed with icy resolve, his l*ps pressed into a thin, unyielding line.
A glimmer of hope sparked in Glynnis‘ swollen eyes. Frederic’s intervention meant he still harbored some <b>paternal </b>affection for her.
Once the storm passed and Grandpa Hamilton’s wrath subsided, she might yet have a chance to return to the <bp </b><b>of </b>luxury at Elmsworth.
But while Glynnis was in secret glee, Thaddeus spoke out in a chilling voice, “She gave Mari’s confidential medical information to those with nefarious intentions, exposing her suffering for all to see, causing her deep harm. You think we can just quietly let this go? I disagree.”
“Thaddeus, don’t think you can do whatever you please now that you’re the CEO!” Frederic’s eyes reddened with anger, “I am your father, and you will listen to me!”
<b>“</b>Glynnis is your daughter, but isn’t Mari just as much? By favoring one over the other, you subject the innocent Mari to mental torment, while the guilty Glynnis is repeatedly indulged and forgiven.” Thaddeus‘ words were sharp and urate, his l*ps curled into a callous smirk, “When did you consider Grandpa’s embitterment? What difference is there between this and pping Grandpa’s face yourself?”
Since Frederic suppressed him using his parental status, Thaddeus acted the same as his father did, bringing up Grandpa Hamilton <b>as </b>countertactics.
<b>“</b>You!<b>” </b>Frederic, finding himself outmaneuvered, struggled for breath.
Hamilton remained silent, but his steady, resolute gaze on Thaddeus clearly showed his full support.
“You’re right, Glynnis and Mari are both my daughters! As their father, I can’t bear to see them at each other’s <b>throats</b>. They’re flesh and blood; when will this cycle of vengeance end?!”
Frederic’s contempt was palpable as he continued, “Moreover<b>, </b><b>I </b>won’t stand to see my daughters fight over Jareth<b>, </b><b>that </b>phndering scoundrel! My daughters, no matter their faults<b>, </b>are <b>the </b>most prestigious heiresses in Elmsworth. What is Jareth inparison? Even adorned in royal robes<b>, </b>he’d never pass for a prince – a mere <b>upstart </b><b>from </b><b>a </b>bandit’s den! He’s not <b>fit </b><b>to </b>be my son–inw!”
Thaddeus narrowed his eyes exasperatedly, his veiny hands hidden in the exquisite cuffs clenching, his anger barely contained. If <b>this </b>man weren’t <b>his </b>own father<b>, </b>he’d definitely give him <b>a </b>good beat!
Frederic <b>continued </b><b>to </b>shift the me onto Jareth<b>, </b>“My daughters have been raised in luxury and grace. Mari lived with Jareth without proper <b>status</b>, suffering untold damages <b>at </b>the hands of <b>the </b>Fairhaven family! I
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haven’t even begun to settle <b>that </b>score, and <b>yet </b><b>our </b>own house <b>is </b><b>in </b>disarray<b>! </b>Glynnis has certainly erred, but <b>isn’t </b>the primary responsibility with the Fairhaven Group<b>?!</b><b>” </b>
Frederic was a master <b>at </b>twisting logic to regain <b>control</b><b>, </b>“Perhaps it was Edith, that wretched girl<b>, </b>who <b>tempted</b>, seduced, or even threatened Glynnis into action. Even if that wasn’t the <b>case</b><b>, </b>it was the Fairhaven family who ultimately publicized Mari’s condition<b>! </b>Thaddeus<b>, </b>you should be taking <b>up </b>this matter <b>with </b><b>the </b>Fairhaven Group instead of turning against your own family. What is this, mutiny?”
Glynnis resumed her sobbing, mimicking herte mother, appearing as a pitiable victim.
“In any case<b>, </b>sending her abroad will settle this matter! I will not tolerate further turmoil in my home!<b>” </b>Frederic dered with an air of finality<b>, </b>brooking no dissent.”
Thaddeus, his gaze heavy with unspoken wrath, his tongue rubbing against teeth, was quite aware that <b>he </b><b>wasn’t </b>anyone reckless, and if the situation went like this, it would only arouse Frederic’s desire to win<b>, </b>driving him to defend Glynnis even more.
“Fine, we’ll skip the kneeling and the apologies.”
With that, Thaddeus stepped towards Glynnis, and unexpectedly, extended his arms to help her up.
Glynnis stood, dazed and confused, until a sudden noise whooshed by her ear! Without warning, Thaddeus‘ formidable arm delivered a stinging p across Glynnis‘ already swollen cheek!
The blow left Glynnis speechless with pain, blood trickling from her mouth, her ears ringing with a cacophony akin to <b>a </b>swarm of buzzing flies.
Having a soldier background, Thaddeus possessed a powerful strength; his one p could make a vigorous man squirm with pain, let alone a woman.
The onlooking servants gasped in horror. What a spectacle.
Mr. Thaddeus Abernathy was a stickler for propriety, even when it came to the art of reprimand. “This p is for Mari. You harbor such a malicious intention, even framing your own sister. You don’t deserve being a human.”
His words hung in the air when Thaddeus‘ hand flew once more, sending Glynnis sprawling to the floor, unable to rise, “And this one is for Jareth. My best friend has suffered under your schemes, and it’s only fair you taste the bitterness you’ve brewed.
Glynnis, if you ever dare to plot against anyone I care for again, I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth. Not even the Almighty Himself would be able to shield you then.”
With a calm finality, Thaddeus turned and pushed the wheelchair, joining Hamilton and Mr. Murray in their departure, leaving Fredrick stunned in his wake.
When Fredrick regained his senses, his teeth clenched in frustration, he couldn’t help butsh out at the dazed <b>Glynnis</b>, “You treacherous, two–faced snake! Get up! Pack your bags and exile yourself abroad!”
“Dad.” Glynnis clutched her stinging ear; panic–stricken<b>, </b>she yammered, “I’m deaf. Thaddeus‘ p has made me deaf. I <b>can’t hear </b>a thing!”
Fredrick’s pupils. dted in shock, a cold dread washing over him.