Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 590

However, in her eyes, since this uncle had walked away for over twenty years, he should have just stayed gone.

What was the point of dragging his new wife and kid back now?

He was doing nothing but humiliating Aunt Eleanor!

Scumbag!

Nora mentally passed judgment on the ridiculous soap opera playing out in front of her, fully aware that her bias was heavily leaning toward Eleanor.

"Stop putting on that pathetic act in my house!"

Beatrice shot a glacial glare at Arthur. "I only acknowledge Eleanor as my daughter-in-law, and Tiffany is my only granddaughter. As for these nobodies you dragged in off the street..."

"They will never step foot into the Lancaster family!"

The woman standing beside Arthur visibly paled. She shrank back, opening her mouth to speak, but when she met Beatrice's weathered, terrifyingly sharp eyes, she swallowed her words immediately.

"Mother..." Arthur instinctively tried to speak, but Beatrice didn't give him the chance.

She turned her head toward Hudson. "Hudson, since you are the head of the Lancaster family now, I am leaving this matter in your hands. I am too old to waste my energy on these people. I'd like to live a few more years in peace."

With that, she gripped the armrests of her chair and slowly stood up. Eleanor immediately stepped forward to support her arm. Tiffany shot a venomous glare at Arthur and his new family before quickly following her grandmother out.

The sound of their footsteps faded until the soft click of a door closing echoed from the second floor.

The living room fell completely silent, leaving only Hudson, Nora, Arthur, and his companions.

"Arthur, get up. As the younger generation, it's not my place to have you kneeling in front of me."

The moment the words left his mouth, the woman and the young man rushed forward, grabbing Arthur by the arms to haul him to his feet.

Perhaps because he had been kneeling for so long, Arthur swayed unsteadily, prompting the two to quickly guide him to a nearby sofa.

"Arthur, are you alright?" The woman's eyes reddened before she even finished her sentence, playing the part of a fragile, delicate flower perfectly.

Nora instinctively looked away.

That kind of helpless, damsel-in-distress act worked when a girl was in her twenties.

But for a woman who, despite maintaining herself well, was clearly in her forties, the routine felt incredibly out of place.

It just made Nora deeply uncomfortable.

Arthur patted the woman's hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'm fine. My legs just fell asleep."

"Arthur, I can't accept that. You seem to have forgotten the Lancaster family rules. Illegitimate children are never added to the family registry..."

The words froze the air in the room instantly.

Miles's face turned livid, the veins in his neck bulging. Like a cornered attack dog whose tail had just been stepped on, he lunged forward a half-step, his fists cracking loudly.

"Who the hell are you calling a bastard?!"

His voice was loud and explosive, carrying the violent rage of someone whose deepest insecurity had just been ripped open. He looked entirely ready to throw a punch.

Arthur's face fell. He grabbed Miles's arm with bruising force, yanking him backward. "Miles! Watch how you speak to Hudson! Apologize right now!"

Miles jerked his arm, trying to break free, but failed. His chest heaved violently as he locked his furious eyes—eyes that looked exactly like Arthur's—dead onto Hudson.

Hudson leaned back against the sofa, a mocking smirk on his lips. "Arthur, you've been gone for so long, have you completely forgotten the family code? Do you need a refresher in the ancestral hall?"

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to my dad like that?! Try it again, and I'll..."

Slap!

A sharp, echoing strike cut off Miles's furious roar instantly.