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    Ailie murmured, “Mrs. Harper, Elyse is the epitome of grace. I just hoped Elena could learn a thing or two from her and maybe even get along…”


    “Enough! Shut your damn mouth!” Jolie interrupted, her hands visibly shaking with indignation. “Who the hell do you think you are to talk about my daughter?”


    Undeterred, Ailie pressed on, “Don’t let her fool you. She’s far from a kind soul—”


    She was cut off mid-sentence by a sharp p.


    Elena’s gaze was icy as she turned to Ailie, her voice cutting through the tension. “No matter what Elyse has filled your head with, this is my home. What kind of person I am is for my family to judge—not you. Who the hell do you think you are?”


    Throughout the confrontation, Elena remained calm, even as Ailie tried to provoke her. This world had no shortage of fools, and Elena knew better than to waste time debating with them—it wasn’t worth the headache.


    However, Ailie’s audacious attempt to malign her in front of her parents was a step too far.


    Family meant everything to Elena—a sanctuary she fiercely protected and held together against all odds.


    The p she delivered was forceful, a clear reflection of her outrage, leaving Ailie dumbfounded and her cheek burning with a vivid scarlet imprint.


    Having served the Harper family loyally for over a decade, Ailie had never endured such humiliation. Her usually slow wits spiraled into chaos.


    With her face twisted in rage, Ailie stormed toward Elena, her words dripping with malice. “You little brat, how dare you strike me! I’ll strangle the shit out of you!”


    Before her hands could reach Elena, Louis intervened with a swift kick that sent Ailie staggering backward. Positioning himself as a shield before Elena, Louis’s usually lighthearted expression darkened into a severe scowl. His voice, rough and intimidating, cut through the tension. “Do you want to fucking die?”


    Alexander gathered all the servants in the grand hall, casting an ominous silence over the room. They entered hesitantly, faces etched with confusion and apprehension, whispering among themselves in hushed tones.


    The butler’s fingers twitched slightly as he asked, “Mr. Harper, is there anything I can do for you?”


    Alexander surveyed the room with a re that sliced through the silence like a knife, his piercing gaze sending shivers through the gathered servants and the butler. The air thickened with unease, a palpable dread hanging over everyone as they wondered what had provoked such fury.


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    He pointed usingly at Ailie, whoy sobbing on the floor, his voice icy with disdain. “From today, she is no longer part of this household. Anyone who dares to disrespect my daughter will follow her out the door of the Harper estate.”


    The coldness in Alexander’s deration made everyone’s blood run cold. It was a chilling reminder that true power in this house did not rest with Jolie or her sons—ity firmly in Elena’s hands.


    The butler, understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded swiftly. “Mr. Harper, you can count on me—this mistake won’t happen again.”


    Alexander issued hismand, firm and unyielding. “Don’t take your eyes off her—make sure she grabs her things and gets the hell out, now!”


    Ailie tried to speak, her lips parting in a futile effort, but the steely, authoritative look in Alexander’s eyes silenced her.


    Her fate was sealed.


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