"The poor girl came from the countryside without a penny to her name, only to have her own father try to kick her out onto the street. We simply couldn't stand by and watch her be treated like that.
So, we gave her the entire wedding fund as her personal money. Surely, Mr. Hawthorne wouldn't stoop so low as to steal his own daughter's money?
After all, you barely raised her. From what I hear, during the brief time she did live under your roof, she was beaten, scolded, and treated worse than the hired help.
It truly breaks the heart. I wonder if her late mother knows what you've done. I wonder if her ghost will come knocking at your door in the dead of night. Leave my house this instant. Stella has us to love her now. She doesn't need a garbage family like yours."
With that, Nadine turned to Lisa. "Lisa, help me to my room. Listening to these irrelevant people talk is utterly exhausting. Larry, get them out!"
Lisa stepped forward, gently supporting Nadine's arm. "Careful now, Madam. Let's get you rested."
Larry made a sweeping gesture toward the door. "Mr. Hawthorne, I won't ask again. Do I need to have security drag you out?"
Nadine's sharp words had left Frederick deeply humiliated. He internally cursed Stella for running her mouth to the Blackwoods, giving zero regard to her own family's reputation.
With the Blackwood family repeatedly ordering them out, he had no choice but to drag Miranda and Chloe out the door.
If the bodyguards literally threw them onto the pavement, they would become the laughingstock of the city.
As for Stella, he just needed to find out where she was living now. Once he tracked her down, he could figure out his next move.
As long as he held Clara Todd's ashes hostage, she would have no choice but to obey him.
Chloe was practically dragged out the door, throwing a tantrum the entire way and screaming,


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