Chapter 135 A Demon Crawling up From Hell
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At that point, Jasper let out a disappointed breath. “Forget it. Let’s not keep talking about this. Either way, you were in the wrong today, Stella. Are you really not going to give Margaret a proper apology?”
It was the first time in his life that Jasper had ever spoken to Stella that harshly.
Stella sank to the floor, completely drained. “That’s not true. There really was something wrong with that soup.”
The doctor said so. It wasn’t clean.
At least on this one thing, I’m not lying.
But–if Jasper made the soup himself, why did he lie and say Margaret made it?
She turned her head and looked at Margaret, then saw her–just barely–smiled.
“It’s her. She set me up. All of this was her,” she shouted.
It finally hit Stella.
Margaret must have figured out there was something in the soup a long time ago. There was no way she actually drank
She did it on purpose..
She was deliberately setting a trap.
“Enough,” Jasper said. “Look at yourself, Stella. Since when do you act like such a shrew?”
He was deeply disappointed–but for the first time, he walked over and put a hand on Margaret’s arm.
Margaret gently pushed his hand away, keeping her distance,
Jasper felt something twist in his chest.
Then Timothy finally slapped the table. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Are you done? All of you? We finally sit down for one meal, and you turn the whole place upside down. What wonderful children I have.”
Jasper lowered his head slightly. “I was wrong, Father.”
He paused, then added, “But today really was Stella’s fault. She should apologize to Margaret.”
Timothy frowned. “We’re all family. A little fighting is normal. Why does anyone need to apologize?”
He turned to Stella. “I’ve only been gone a short while, and you’ve lost all your lady–like manners. Now sit back down, both of you, and finish your meal.”
Margaret narrowed her eyes.
I already knew Timothy played favorites. But I never thought he’d be this bad.
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Chapter 135 A Demon Crawling up From Hell
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The proof is right in front of him. And as my father, he won’t even stand up for me. Pathetic.
Margaret nodded politely and sat back down at the table.
Stella was about to explode. She wanted to keep arguing–but when she saw that no one else was saying anything, she swallowed it. She had no choice.
The meal was painfully awkward.
No one at the table said a single word.
Except–unlike Margaret, who stayed calm the whole time, Stella just kept crying.
One daughter, completely unharmed, was sobbing through dinner.
The other daughter, badly hurt, was calm as still water.
The whole thing was almost comical.
“After you finish eating, go back to your rooms,” Timothy said. “This ends here. I don’t care who was right or wrong. You’re both my daughters, and I don’t want things getting uglier than they already have. Understood?”
Jasper nodded. “I’ll handle it, Father.”
Timothy’s voice turned ice cold. “Handle what? They’re sisters. A few harsh words are nothing. Things have already happened–why do we need to ‘handle‘ anything?”
He added, “Stella is going to be the Crown Princess. Above all else, her face can’t have any scars. If her face were seriously injured, that would need handling. As for you, Margaret, I see you’ve lost some weight. I know you’re upset. But you’re the older one. It’s only right that you give in to Stella. This matter is finished.”
Margaret frowned.
I really have to wonder if I’m even his real daughter. The truth is right there in front of him, and he still takes her side like this.
But no matter what, this man was still her father. So she just nodded and said, “Yes, Father.”
Then Timothy walked out, looking exhausted.
It was clear that he had lost interest.
The table fell silent again. Then Jasper turned to Margaret. “Margaret, let me take you to get those wounds treated?”
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