Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3903

Married At First Sight Chapter 3903 
Chapter 3903 
Chelsea cried bitterly, her voice trembling with frustration. “Liberty has Serenity to back her up, and now she even has that wealthy aunt, Audrey. She comes from a rich family, and I can’t measure up to her no matter how hard I try! All I want is to save more money for my kids. Is that so wrong?” 
Her tone grew sharper. “Liberty has it too easy. She married into a wealthy family, and I can’t get a single benefit from her. Why shouldn’t I turn to Sonny? He’s just a child, but he’s already richer than me at 40! What’s wrong with taking a little help from my nephew? All I got was a few boxes of seafood from his mother, and Dad, you yelled at me like I committed a crime! I’m your biological daughter, and Liberty is just your former daughter-in-law!” 
She paused, her voice dripping with entitlement. “Liberty might be rich now, but she’s not one of us. Sonny, though—he’s a Brown. Why shouldn’t I take something from Sonny to support our family? Dad, you had no right to scold me like that!” 
Chelsea’s self-righteousness left no room for guilt. In her mind, she was always the victim. 
Mr. Brown’s face darkened with anger, his jaw clenched tight. When he spotted Hank stepping out of the room, he barked, “Hank, drive your sister and her family out of here. I don’t want to see her again—especially not while I’m home! From now on, Chelsea is not welcome here!” 
“Dad!” Chelsea’s eyes brimmed with tears as she called out, but Mr. Brown’s resolve didn’t waver. 
Chelsea’s mother hesitated, her voice trembling. “Husband, don’t get so worked up. Chelsea is just…” 
“Enough!” Mr. Brown cut her off sharply. “If you defend her one more time, you can go with her! Then we’ll see how she treats you when you have nothing left to offer.” His wife fell silent, too scared to argue further. 
Even Chelsea’s husband, George, knew the situation had spiraled out of control. He pulled Chelsea aside and urged her, “Chelsea, you’ve gone too far. You need to apologize to Dad.” 
But Chelsea’s indignation only grew. “I just want my kids to have a better life! Sonny has so much, and my kids have nothing. How is that fair?” 
Mr. Brown finally snapped. Without another word, he stepped forward and slapped Chelsea—hard, twice—leaving her stunned. 
He didn’t stop there. Grabbing her by the arm, he dragged her to the door, flung it open, and shoved her outside. He turned to George, his voice cold and final. “Take your children and leave. Don’t come back until Chelsea admits she was wrong.” 
George had no choice but to gather their three children and leave, their steps heavy with shame. 
The kids, though teenagers, understood the gravity of the situation. They were angry at being kicked out, but deep down, they knew their mother had crossed the line. 
Lucas, the youngest, pouted as they walked away. “I want to stay at Grandpa and Grandma’s house! Sonny has so many toys, and I don’t have any like his!” 
Chelsea had always pushed Lucas to cozy up to Sonny, telling him, “Sonny has everything, so be nice to him. If you’re close to him, you’ll get whatever you want.” “Bang!” 
The sound of the door slamming shut echoed through the air, cutting off Chelsea’s protests. Inside, Mr. Brown scooped Sonny into his arms, shielding the little boy from the tension. 
But Sonny wriggled free and looked up at his grandmother with wide, innocent eyes. 
“Grandma, I heard everything Aunt Chelsea said.” 
Though young, Sonny could already tell right from wrong. He spoke with a quiet certainty that pierced the silence. 
“Aunt Chelsea isn’t a good person.”