Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212

Her gaze flicked briefly to Red Knowles then returned to Mirriam. Her meaning was clear.

“Mirriam,” Red stepped in quickly, seizing the moment.

“Let’s prioritize your grandmother. She’s sick. She needs us.” His voice softened, almost pleading.

“We can transfer her to a better hospital. We can take care of her properly-

“Dad,” Mirriam cut in, leaning closer, her voice lowered-but not low enough.

“Freeing her is pointless. She’s being taken care of in prison anyway.

A few nearby heard it. Cassie did.

“And right now,” Mirriam continued with a casual shrug, “we don’t even have the money to sustain her treatment. We can’t afford to shoulder her expenses.”

Red stared at her, stunned.

“Mirriam!” His voice rose, disbelief turning into anger.

“How can you say that? She’s your grandmother-she needs us now more than ever!”

“Then you figure it out alone,” Mirriam shot back coldly.

“President Roel already promised to help Mom. That’s what matters.”

Her eyes hardened.

“And I’m not letting you waste a single cent on that old woman,” she added.

“If she dies, then so be it. It’s better that way.”

For a second-no one moved.

Then-

Pak.

The sharp sound of a slap cut through the room.

Mirriam’s head snapped to the side.

“Dad!” she cried out, clutching her cheek, shock and fury blazing in her eyes.

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“I can’t believe I raised a daughter like you.” Red’s voice shook with anger, his chest rising and falling hard.

‘After everything we’ve done for you… this is how you repay us?”

“And what have you done now, Dad?” Mirriam shot back, her voice breaking into a sharp, bitter edge.

“Is this the life you think I deserve?”

Her hand shot out, pointing straight at Cassie.

“You couldn’t even protect your wife or your own mother from her!” Her eyes burned with rage.

“I’m stuck living in that cramped apartment you call a home,” she went on, her voice rising

“Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?”

Chapter 212

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Tears brimmed her eyes-but they didn’t soften her anger.

“I don’t deserve this!”

Pak.

The second slap echoed louder than the first. The room stiffened again.

Tanya and Maricris instinctively stepped forward-but stopped halfway, hesitation freezing them in place.

“Mr. Knowles!”

Roel Danes moved in, his expression darkening as he fixed Red with a sharp glare.

“Stay out of this, President Danes,” Red snapped back without hesitation.

“I’m disciplining my daughter.”

“You don’t have the right to lay a hand on her,” Roel countered, his tone turning cold.

“Do it again and you will answer to me.”

“Stay. Out. Of this,” Red warned, each word heavier than the last.

“I’ve tolerated enough from you, Red Knowles,” Mirriam cut in, her voice rising again, her anger refusing to settle.

“I won’t let you hurt me anymore!”

She stepped back, glaring at him with open resentment.

“You’re pathetic,” she continued, her words sharp and unforgiving,

“You can’t even protect your own family.” Her lip curled.

“You lost everything-your reputation, your money… your wife.” Each word hit harder than the last.

“Mom deserved better,” she said, her voice turning cold.

“I don’t even understand why she stayed with you all these years.”

Her gaze flicked briefly to Roel-then returned to Red.

“She would’ve been better off with him.”

A pause.

“I would’ve had a better life… if I stayed with my real father.”

The words didn’t just land-they cut.

For a second, everything stilled.

Red went still, the meaning hitting him all at once. Disbelief spread across his face, as if he had misheard-yet knew he hadn’t

Around them, the room fell quiet. The murmurs stopped. The cameras kept rolling, but even the reporters seemed to hold their breath.

Every eye shifted between them. Waiting.

Because there was no taking those words back.

“Mirriam…?” Red’s voice came out low, strained. His eyes narrowed on her, searching-hoping there was some mistake.

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