Kendra considered herself a decent mother.
After Irene was abandoned by her biological mother, Kendra had taken her in and given her a stable home. Though her demanding career and reserved nature meant she rarely showered her children with overt affection, there was no doubt she loved Nathan and Irene as if they were her own.
But that didn’t mean Irene could exploit that love—or her place in the family—to hurt Kendra’s real daughter.
Kendra never denied her own selfishness.
She wasn’t like Yasmin, who played the saintly martyr. She wasn’t the type to stand by idly when someone threatened her or her children.
The reason she was here today?
She had discovered that Irene had been in contact with Yasmin all this time. It didn’t take much for Kendra to piece things together. Frankly, she almost wanted to laugh. She could let Irene’s actions slide—for now. After all, the girl didn’t know Ariana was her biological daughter.
Not that ignorance excused the betrayal.
But if Irene didn’t know, Yasmin certainly did.
And what had she done?
Yasmin flinched under Kendra’s razor-sharp gaze, as if the woman’s eyes alone could flay her skin. Gritting her teeth, humiliation and resentment flashing in her eyes, she hissed, "Do you really have to be like this? She’s my daughter! Can’t I even see her? Is that tiny bit of hope too much to ask? Kendra, when did you become this unrecognizable? You’re so cold-blooded it’s terrifying."
Kendra didn’t so much as blink at the accusation.
Her voice was ice. "I’ve always been cold-blooded. You, of all people, should know that."
Georgia was instantly rendered speechless.
Kendra had no patience for her excuses. With an icy expression, she said coldly, "So, what you're saying is, you refuse to give up the daughter you already abandoned once?" Without waiting for Georgia's indignant rebuttal, she continued, "Fine. When I get home today, I'll tell Irene the truth about her origins and send her to you. And let me make one thing clear—Ariana is *my* daughter. I’ve let your past actions slide, but if I ever find out you’ve done anything to hurt her again, don’t expect me to spare you for the sake of whatever sisterly bond remains."
She had always known Georgia for what she was—a cowardly, greedy woman who still clung to her pride.
She even regretted ever softening her heart all those years ago and not fighting harder to reclaim Ariana.
Even when Georgia had wept and begged.
She should never have relented.
Yes. She should have hardened her heart long ago.
Of course, Georgia had no idea what Kendra was thinking. Her face was now drained of color, her expression one of sheer panic. She cast a despairing glance at Kendra before finally replying in a hollow voice, "I... won’t see Irene again."
Her grief was so palpable that an onlooker might have mistaken Kendra for some cruel villain, forcing her into this corner.
A few diners at nearby tables had already begun glancing their way.
But Kendra paid them no mind—or perhaps she simply didn’t care. If she had ever worried about reputation or others’ opinions, she wouldn’t be the unyielding powerhouse now ruling Harper Corporation with an iron fist. She fixed Georgia with another cold stare. "Are you sure?"
A flicker of resentment surged in Georgia’s heart.
Staring back at the woman who still pressed her mercilessly, she felt nothing but sorrow. Finally, she gave a faint nod, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.
Kendra: "..."
This thought unsettled Georgia deeply.
Her current life absolutely could not be disrupted...
Yet, she had no idea how to dissuade Kendra from this idea. A sense of helplessness and resignation welled up inside her. The corners of her lips curled into a self-deprecating smile—she was mocking her own powerlessness. All she could do was wait, as if resigned to her fate.
She could only hope that Kendra would show some sisterly compassion and not actually send Irene over.
...
Fortunately, it seemed Kendra had heard Georgia's silent prayers, because Irene never arrived. After days of anxiety, Georgia finally relaxed.
But with relief came dread...
She exhaled a long breath, her heart heavy with sorrow. It seemed she wouldn’t be able to see her daughter for a while now.
Otherwise, she might truly provoke Kendra's wrath.
And just then, the phone rang. Georgia glanced at the screen, and her breath hitched. The caller was none other than Irene.
Georgia hesitated for a long moment, but in the end, she couldn’t resist the longing in her heart. She answered the call.
The moment the line connected, Irene’s voice came through: "Auntie, are you there?"
A pang of bitterness twisted in Georgia’s chest. "I'm here, Irene. What is it?" The thought of not being able to see her again made her heart ache unbearably. Why? Why was fate so cruel to her and her daughter?

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