Rejected And Unwanted? No Call Her Princess (by Hannah Ruell) novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239

Sofia, seeing Dexter’s red eyes, her heart tightened with concern. “Oh, Dexter, why are you taking all the blame on yourself? These things aren’t something you could’ve prevented.”

“Enough of that, don’t blame yourself, she said gently. “This family needs you now more than ever. You can’t fall apart. If you do, there’s nothing left to hold this family together. You’re the one keeping it all intact.

She turned to Ash, her voice soft and pleading. “Jewel, don’t be too hard on Dexter. He’s been through a lot, too. He’s done so much for this family.”

Ash thought, “There’s sadness in me, but I can’t blame Sofia. She loves me, but if there’s one person she’s always loved the most, it’s Dexter‘

‘A child she raised with all her love–no replacing that bond, no matter how much I wish it were different.

‘I can’t fault her for it. Everyone has their favorite, their soft spot.

‘For Sofia, I’m her soft spot. Even though Dexter disgusts me, I’ll play along with her, no matter how much it bothers me.’

Seeing Sofia’s emotions beginning to overwhelm her, Ash stepped closer, gently resting her arm around her shoulders. “Alright, I promise,” she said, her voice soothing.

“I’ll let the past go. Let’s pretend it never happened.” Ash’s gaze shifted to Dexter, who watched her with that insufferable, smug look. A wave of disgust rose in her chest.

Dexter placed his hand lightly on hers, his voice filled with fake remorse. “I’m sorry, Jewel. I’ve made so many mistakes. Thank you for forgiving me. I don’t deserve it, but I’m grateful.”

Ash calmly withdrew her hand, her gaze toward Dexter cold and unwavering. “We rarely get a moment like this, so let’s not waste any more time. I worked hard to make this meal, and it’ll be ruined if it gets cold.”

“Yes, let’s go, Sofia,” Dexter said, guiding Sofia toward the table. “It won’t taste as good if it’s cold. You should take it slow, Sofia. The doctor said your vision is blurry, and walking too quickly could make you fall.”

Sofia’s eyes shimmered with tears, but her face held more quiet gratitude and joy. “I feel like a child again, needing you both to care for me. Getting old does make it hard to move.”

Ash thought, “The meal feels suffocating. I can’t stand how Dexter wears that perfect son and acts flawlessly. If anyone from outside saw him, they’d think he’s the ideal, thoughtful son and father.‘

“Sofia, you stay here. I’ll see him out.” After dinner, Ash found several excuses to keep Dexter from leaving, while Sofia wanted to accompany him downstairs.

Ash stepped in front of Sofia, her voice gentle but firm. “Sofia, you shouldn’t go with him. Didn’t Dexter say? You need to rest and move less. He’ll feel bad if you push yourself, won’t he?”

“Right, you don’t need to go downstairs. Rest upstairs, I’ll come back tomorrow. Jewel doesn’t need to see me off, the elevator’s right there,” Dexter said, knowing that if Ash walked him out, it would be an argument.

“It’s fine. I’m still young, and my legs are fine,” Ash replied flatly, with a slight edge in her tone. “It’s rare we get a chance to talk. Or don’t you want to spend time with me?”

Ash let out a small sigh. “Never mind, maybe it’s too much to ask. It’s fine, don’t worry about my feelings.”

Ash thought, ‘A few words and I’ve got Dexter stuck in an awkward spot. If he’s always going to put on his act, I won’t feel bad

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‘Using his tactics against him is the most effective way to deal with someone as shameless as Dexter. As long as Sofia is still here, Dexter must keep up the act!

“Jewel, Dexter didn’t mean it that way. Come on, let him go downstairs. It’s good for a father and daughter to spend time together,” Sofia interjected kindly.

Dexter forced a strained smile. “Alright, I just thought Jewel would be too tired running up and down. That’s all.”

The two of them stepped into the elevator, walking in opposite directions. The moment the door closed, their expressions shifted–one cold and distant, the other smug and triumphant, the contrast striking.

“You didn’t want to meet with me before. Why?” Dexter asked, feeling a sense of satisfaction rise in him. Since Ash had returned to the Turner family, he’d deeply understood frustration.

Today, he finally got the chance to let it all out.

Ash stood across from him, casually lifting her gaze and giving him a cold, dismissive glance. “Look at you, all smug now. This is the best you can do?”

“Using Sofia? Is that your last resort?” Her voice dripped with contempt as she looked at Dexter.

Ash thought, ‘I used to believe there was still a shred of decency in Dexter, but now it’s clear–he has no conscience, no humanity at all. All those years of care from Sofia mean nothing to him.‘

Dexter turned sharply, glaring at her. “Is this how you talk to me, Ash? Do you think you’d be here if it weren’t for me?”

“Using Sofia? You think anyone will believe that? Would you still have her around if it weren’t for me?” Dexter’s voice rose. his anger evident.

It was the complete opposite of the obsequious tone he had used earlier.

Ash let out a soft, ironic laugh. “Oh, really? So, according to your logic, should I be thanking you? Or should I say I owe you a huge favor?”

Dexter quickly shot back, his voice turning condescending. “Isn’t it true? Wouldn’t you have had a comfortable life these past years if it weren’t for me? Would you have been able to reunite with them?”

For a moment, he stood there, feeling morally superior, pushing her with his words. “You always criticize me, but where have I ever mistreated you? Where have I made you suffer?”

Ding-

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