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    She had grown ustomed to being shadowed these days, much like having attendants in the main house, so it didn’t bother her.


    “Don’t move,” Kaiden insisted, grasping her waist and enjoying having Ellie in his arms. “Aren’t you tired? You can rest against me and sleep.”


    Ellie was at a loss for words.


    How could she possibly sleep here?


    Alone in his room, Erick smashed the bottle onto the floor, spilling the remaining whiskey.


    With a sweeping motion of his long arm, all the empty bottles on the table crashed to the floor, shattering with a sharp noise of breaking ss.


    Hearing themotion, a maid hurried in, catching a whiff of strong alcohol.


    His flushed face and unfocused eyes showed that Erick was clearly drunk as he staggered while walking.


    “Mr. Thorpe, are… are you alright?” The maid rushed over to assist him.


    Gripping the maid’s face, Erick turned away in revulsion.


    Her appearance was far inferior to Ellie’s.


    “Get lost!”


    Erick shoved the maid aside and staggered out of the room.


    At the sound of the forceful knocking on the door, Carole opened it, ready to express her anger, when a tall figure burst in, reeking of alcohol.


    “What are you doing, Erick?” Carole fumed.


    Erick kicked the door shut, seized her by the throat, and pinned Carole against the wall.


    “Who do you think is better, Kaiden or me?” he asked.


    Upon hearing this, Carole looked at Erick with disdain and smirked. She found it absurd that Erick had the audacity topare himself to Kaiden.


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    “Why do you think I am inferior to him, huh?” Erick shouted at Carole. As he yelled, Carole felt flecks of his spitnd on her face, nearly making her gag from the stench of alcohol on his breath.


    “Your father is the illegitimate son, and you are nothing but a loser who lives off your family’s wealth. How could you everpare yourself to Kaiden, Erick? Let me go this instant!”


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