Buried in the Avalanche, Our Love Expired novel Chapter 167

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But this time, Nella refused to take even a single step back.

With that thought, she straightened her back, her tone turning even firmer.

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She met Alfred’s gaze head-on and said firmly, “This is my business. You don’t have the right to decide it for me.”

“Nella, don’t push your luck,” Zoey snapped.

Just then, the reception room door was pushed open again.

“Who’s pushing their luck here?”

The newcomer’s voice was deep and powerful.

His gaze swept the room before landing on Alfred.

He shot him a hard glare.

The man’s appearance stunned everyone present.

“Grandpa.”

Alfred stood up from his chair and walked over to the elderly man.

“Get out of the way! You can’t even protect your own wife. What use are you?”

Alfred fell silent.

The newcomer was none other than Regis, Alfred’s grandfather.

Along with Regis, two other people entered.

“Dad, Mom? Why are you here too?”

Seeing her parents, Nella was surprised.

Clifford Milo and Felicia had recently been tied up with a new medical research project.

They’d been shut away at the research institute and hadn’t known she’d been dragged online and cursed.

Nella hadn’t wanted to worry them either, so she’d hoped to resolve things quickly and calm the online storm.

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She hadn’t expected them to come together with Regis.

fford and Eelicia looked every bit like academics.

Both were in their early 50s, carrying a quiet, restrained seriousness.

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Clifford wore thin, silver-rimmed glasses. His hair was neat and tidy, his temples dus with natural gray.

He wore a white dress shirt paired with a light gray knit vest, matching slacks, and a peray wool coat over it.

He looked steady and reserved.

Felicia’s scholarly air was even more pronounced.

Her temperament was gentle. When she looked at people, her eyes carried a soft smile, making her seem easy to approach.

Nella’s looks and demeanor took after Felicia.

If we hadn’t come, who knows how badly they would’ve bullied you?” Clifford spoke in a low voice.

The gentle look he usually wore when facing students now carried a sharp edge..

He didn’t look at anyone else. His gaze stayed fixed on Alfred.

Alfred felt an inexplicable sense of guilt under Clifford’s stare.

He raised a hand, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and greeted them. “Hi, Clifford, Felicia. It’s been ages.”

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