Doris's face paled for a moment, but she kept her chin stubbornly high. "So what? Do you really think the Prescott family would dare sue the Yorks?"
"Do you honestly think the York family is invincible?" Terrence's voice spiked in volume.
"Do you think the whole world revolves around the two of you? I'm making this crystal clear right now, Doris. You hold the majority of the blame for Penelope ending up like this.
What kind of garbage have you been feeding her?
Teaching her to snatch what she wants from other people's hands—how could you even utter those words?
Tell me, what gave her the right to try and steal a married man?"
Doris's face burned under the reprimand. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
"Did you really think I didn't have proof?" Terrence pressed.
"I have the messages Larry sent me. He knows everything blew up in his face."
Tears finally spilled down Doris's cheeks. But Terrence couldn't tell how much of it was genuine regret, how much was feeling wronged, and how much was pure defiance.
He couldn't be bothered to waste another breath on her.
"From today onward," Terrence declared, emphasizing every word.
"You are completely banned from interfering in Penelope's life. While she recovers here, you may keep her company.
But if I catch you whispering your twisted schemes into her ear again, I will send you straight back to the countryside.
If you are caught doing evil, breaking the law, or dragging the York name through the dirt one more time, you will never set foot in this house again.
The legacy of the York family will not be destroyed by your hands."
"Terrence York, you..."
"Did I make myself clear?"
Doris had never heard her husband speak to her with such unyielding authority. It was an absolute command, leaving zero room for negotiation.
She opened her mouth, but ultimately lowered her head, letting her tears splash onto her knees.


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