<b>Chapter </b><b>60 </b>


    Jameson was unimpressed. He let out another scoff and continued toin.


    “Always some excuse <i>with </i><i>you</i><i>! </i><i>Your </i><i>sister </i><i>had </i><i>mid</i>–<i>terms </i><i>as </i>well <i>and </i><i>you </i><i>see </i><i>she </i><i>is </i><i>showing </i><i>me </i>all of her


    love.”


    I watched while Sophie snuggled under our father with an innocent expression.


    “That’s because <i>I </i><i>love </i><i>you </i>daddy. <i>But </i><i>why </i><i>don’t </i>we <i>give </i><i>ra </i><i>a </i><i>break</i><i>, </i><i>she </i><i>must </i><i>be </i><i>extremely </i>busy at Lexington, she didn’t <i>even </ie <i>home </i><i>during </i><i>Thanksgiving</i>.”


    Jameson’s eyes shot up, fury burning inside of them. Finally, he stood up.


    <i>“</i><i>That’s </i><i>right</i><i>! </i>You <i>didn’t</i><i>! </i><i>And </i><i>what </i><i>is </i><i>this </i><i>foolishness </i><i>I </i><i>hear </i><i>about </i><i>you </i><i>changing </i><i>your </i><ist </i><i>name </i><i>to </i><i>Rouleau</i><i>! </i><i>Do </i>you <i>think </i><i>you’re </i><i>too </i><i>good </i>to <i>be </i><i>a </i><i>Granger</i><i>?!</i>”


    Ah. So that’s what he’s pissed about. I’m sure by now some of his colleagues have informed him of


    my name changing. Jameson was now staring me directly in the eyes. I could feel the heat from his body as he fumed.


    “<i>Listen </i><i>girl</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>don’t </i><i>give </i><i>a </i><i>shit </i><i>what </i>‘<i>prodigy</i><i>‘ </i><i>they </i><i>im </i><i>you </i><i>to </i><i>be</i><i>! </i><i>In </i><i>this </i><i>family</i><i>, </i><i>you </i><i>represent </i><i>me</i><i>! </i><i>I </i>won’t tolerate <i>any </i><i>disrespect</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    At that point I had enough. Staring back at my father without the slightest bit of fear, his eyes slightly recoiled.


    “<i>I </i>wasn’t aware <i>taking </i><i>on </i><i>my </i><i>mother</i><i>, </i><i>your </i><i>deceased </i><i>wife’s </i><i>name </i><i>was </i><i>disrespectful</i><i>. </i><i>She </i>meant <i>just </i><i>as </i>much to the <i>medicinal </i><i>world </i><i>as </i><i>anyone </i><i>else</i><i>, </i><i>if </i><i>not </i><i>more</i><i>.</i>”


    SLAP<i>! </i>


    My father pped me hard across the face, his breathing erratic. By now, Sophie and her mother were rushing over. Anna began rubbing Jameson’s back while staring daggers at me.


    <i>“</i><i>Can’t </i>you evere home without starting trouble <i>ra</i>!”


    Sophie chimed in.


    <i>“</i><i>Daddy</i><i>, </i>please <i>don’t </i><i>be </i>mad at ra! It’s <i>not </i>her fault if mother still isn’t as precious as her dead


    <i>mother</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    That was it…


    <b><i>SLAP</i></b><b><i>! </i></b>


    <b>1/3 </b>


    I pped Sophie hard. She went sprawling onto the floor. Anna went running towards her while my father stood in shock. Never had he seen me be so brazen.


    <i>“</i><i>ra </i>what the hell do you think you’re doing!! Apologize to your sister <i>now</i><i>!</i>”


    I looked at my father like he wasn’t human, it’d be a cold day in hell before I apologized.


    “Did you hear me!!”


    “Oh, I heard you; I’m just not apologizing. She should learn <i>to </i>keep my mother’s name out of her mouth.<i>” </i>


    Sophie and Anna were crying hysterically; my father was fuming.


    <i>“</i><i>I </i>want you out of this house <i>first </i>thing tomorrow morning<i>!</i>”


    I scoffed.


    <i>“</i>Fine by me.”


    Suddenly my father grabbed my arm, he mouth was practically foaming.


    “<i>You </i><i>think </i><i>you’re </i><i>some </i><i>hot </i><i>shit</i><i>! </i><i>You </i><i>think </i><i>I </i><i>won’t </i><i>beat </i><i>that </i><i>sass </i><i>out </i><i>of </i><i>you </i>and pull <i>you </i><i>out </i><i>of </i><fnfbc8> Th?s chapter is updated by find?novel</fnfbc8>


    <i>Lexington</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    I looked at my father, not nking once. Maybe he could sense the fire andck of fear because he


    suddenly let my arm go.


    <i>“</i>You could do <i>that </i><i>father</i><i>. </i><i>But </i><i>know </i><i>that </i><i>if </i><i>you </i><i>do</i><i>, </i><i>I’ll </i><i>make </i><i>sure </i><i>I </i>let <i>every </i>person you’ve ever known the entire truth. <i>That </i><i>you’ve </i><i>spent </i><i>years </i><i>abusing </i>and humiliating your daughter. Caroline Rouleau’s daughter<i>! </i><i>What </i><i>do </i><i>you </i><i>think </i><i>your </i><i>colleagues </i><i>would </i><i>say </i><i>then</i>?”


    My father stood back in shock; he hated what I said but my words were true. He knew the medical


    world still held my mother to the highest regard, Backing away, he said in a lowered tone,


    “I want you gone <i>by </i>noon<i>.</i><i>” </i>


    I turned and headed to the basement. As I began packing the rest of my things, I called Gloria.


    <i>“</i><i>Change </i>of ns, can Ie tomorrow?”


    Without a single waiver Gloria immediately answered.


    <i>“</i><i>Me </i><i>and </i><i>Casey </i><i>will </i><i>be </i><i>there </i>tomorrow morning at 10am.”


    <i>“</i>I’ll be ready!<i>” </i>


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    Smiling, I turned my music on and finished packing.