Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3902

Married At First Sight Chapter 3902 
Chapter 3902 
“Let me ask you something, Chelsea,” Mr. Brown began, his tone sharp and unrelenting. “Have you ever come back to your parents’ home empty-handed? Even a roll of paper from your brother’s house—you’d find a way to take it home. What do you think this place is, your personal supply depot? You treat your family like a bunch of fools you can rob blind!” 
He didn’t give her a chance to respond, his anger building. 
“It’s partly your mother’s fault too. We helped you far too much in the past, and you took it for granted. Worse, you turned us against Liberty. You had the nerve to blame her, saying she didn’t do enough, even convincing us to neglect our own grandson. You’ve always acted like the world owes you something, Chelsea!” 
Chelsea’s eyes reddened, tears streaming down her face. She opened her mouth, but no words came. 
Mr. Brown wasn’t done. 
“From now on, if you come back here, you leave empty-handed unless Hank gives you something himself. If he doesn’t offer it, don’t you dare take a single thing. This is Hank’s house now, and when your mother and I are gone, Hank will be responsible for this family. We rely on him for our retirement, not you. 
“And don’t even think about swindling money out of your mother anymore. We know all about the so-called hot pot incident. What kind of daughter tricks her own mother like that? You’re a grown woman, Chelsea. You’re a mother yourself. How would you feel if your daughter pulled the same stunts on you one day?” 
His voice grew colder, his disappointment cutting through the air like a blade. 
“Life has a way of paying people back, Chelsea. Haven’t you already seen the consequences of your actions? You’ve experienced retribution, and yet you refuse to change.” 
He paused briefly before continuing, his frustration mounting. 
“Hank and Liberty divorced, and Hank remarried. He and Jessica could’ve had a decent life together, but no, you couldn’t stand it. You were jealous of Serenity’s success, jealous that she married into wealth. So, what did you do? You helped Liberty, which I don’t fault, but then you turned your sights on Jessica, dragging your mother into your petty schemes. 
“You harassed and humiliated her until she snapped. Jessica ended up on the wrong side of the law, and you played a big part in that. You are a troublemaker, Chelsea! 
“If you ever come back here and stir up more trouble, mark my words—I’ll break ties with you. No more visits, no more excuses. You’re my daughter, but there’s only so much I can take.” 
Chelsea sat frozen, stunned by her father’s fury. 
“You’re doing well for yourself,” Mr. Brown went on. “You and your husband are healthy, your business is thriving, and you’ve saved millions. Meanwhile, look at your brother. Hank’s life is in shambles, and yet you still try to take advantage of him. Don’t you feel any shame? 
“When Hank was doing well, he bent over backward for you. He spoiled you, put you first, and destroyed his own family in the process. Even now, you’ve done nothing to help him, despite the fact that you’re comfortable and stable. 
“And Sonny?” His voice softened, but the anger remained. “He’s just a little boy, Chelsea. Yet you’re already scheming to use him. You think that because he’s lucky to have a determined mother and a wealthy aunt, he’s fair game? That’s disgusting. 
“If you want your kids to have a better future, work for it. Be like Liberty. Build something of your own. Don’t sit here trying to siphon off Sonny’s blessings like some kind of leech. 
“Sonny, don’t listen to your aunt,” he said firmly, turning to his grandson. “She doesn’t have your best interests at heart. Just listen to your mother and your Aunt Serenity. 
They’re the ones who truly care about you.” 
Mr. Brown let out a long, frustrated sigh. 
Ever since Hank divorced Liberty, Mr. Brown had slowly come to realize the full extent of Chelsea’s manipulative ways. For too long, he had turned a blind eye because she was his daughter. But her selfishness had reached a point he could no longer ignore. 
He refused to let her exploit Sonny the way she had everyone else in the family. Sonny represented hope for the Brown family—a chance to rise above the mistakes of the past. 
Mr. Brown clenched his fists, his heart heavy with regret. How had he raised someone as shameless as Chelsea?