Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 862

Leland frowned. How is this girl's mouth so incredibly toxic?

Does she think she's immune to aging?

Stanford had never been so publicly humiliated in his entire life. His jaw actually twitched with rage.

"Well, you know what they say. Trash attracts trash." Terrified Stanford might suffer a heart attack, Chloe rushed to his side to support him.

"Dad, I told you we couldn't marry this peasant, didn't I? Look at what she's raised! One is strutting around in lingerie like a cheap hooker, and the other is a rabid dog spewing absolute shit. Dad! It's not too late. Kick them out!"

Stanford clutched his chest, shooting Serena a murderous glare. "I treated you perfectly, and this is how you repay me?"

Serena shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Stanford, you have to believe me! She hates me! She's doing this on purpose to tear us apart!"

Stanford hesitated. Serena had told him from the very beginning that her eldest daughter was arrogant because of the Ravenshires' backing, and that they had never been close.

"Vivi! That is enough!" Serena screamed. "Have I not given you everything you ever wanted? You forced me and your sister out of Stormhollow so you could stay with the Ravenshires, and I tolerated it! But I never imagined you could be this incredibly selfish! Ruining me is one thing, but are you really going to destroy your sister's life too?!"

Grabbing Isabella's arm, Serena shoved her toward Stanford. "Isabella, tell him! Isn't your sister exactly what I said she was?"

Stanford's eyes gleamed with a predatory light as he reached out to steady Isabella.

He had never been desperate to marry Serena, but she had promised him that if he made her his wife, she would hand over the younger daughter for him to play with.

Stanford had always harbored twisted sexual fetishes, particularly involving mother-daughter pairs. Isabella's sweet, innocent look perfectly fit his sick tastes. The promise of a package deal was the only reason he had agreed.

The moment the old man's rough, clammy palm touched her skin, Isabella felt a violent surge of nausea. Without thinking, she violently yanked her arm away.

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