The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 837

Bagot looked Leilani up and down with blatant disrespect before letting out a sharp, mocking scoff.

"Wow, Leilani, you really are dedicated, aren't you? Running over to the estate every other day. If people didn't know any better, they'd think you were already legally part of the family."

"You don't even have a ring on your finger yet, and here you are, eagerly playing the maid—serving food, pouring water, kissing up. It must be so exhausting trying this hard."

Bagot dragged out his words, his tone dripping with venom.

Leilani's fingers paused on her fork. She looked up, her gaze icy as it settled on Bagot.

She gently rested her silverware against the edge of her plate. But before she could even say a word, a loud clatter echoed through the room.

Callahan had slammed his cutlery down onto the table.

"Bagot. If you don't know how to speak properly, keep your mouth shut," Callahan said, his voice dangerously low. "Since when do you have the authority to walk into this house and dictate who belongs here?"

Bagot choked on the harsh reprimand. His face flushed a mottled red and white, deeply humiliated.

He stiffened his neck and shot back defensively, "Did I say something wrong, Callahan?"

"She's not even married into this family yet, and she's practically living here. Being this desperate... who knows what her real agenda is?"

"An outsider?"

"From where I'm sitting, you're the one acting like an uncultured outsider right now."

"If you want to eat, find a seat and keep your mouth shut. If you don't want to eat, get out of my sight. Don't bring your parents' cheap, pathetic high school drama into this house."

The contempt in Callahan's eyes was absolute.

Bagot was a carbon copy of his parents' worst traits.

The only difference was that Talbot and Reese were at least smart enough to maintain a polite facade before things turned ugly.

"Do not come into my house and throw a tantrum. I am not your mother, and I will not coddle you."

Bagot's eyes widened in utter disbelief. He couldn't fathom that his grandfather, who usually tolerated him, was publicly siding with Leilani.

Between his own flesh and blood and Leilani, his grandfather had chosen her.

Bagot had never been spoken to like this in his entire life.

He looked from his grandfather's impassive face to Callahan's icy glare, before finally focusing all his humiliation and hatred into a vicious glare directed straight at Leilani.

A surge of irrational fury hijacked his brain. He violently grabbed Beatty's arm—who was still trying to sweet-talk Dante—and yanked her backward.

"Can't you hear what Grandpa just said? Why are we even standing here?"

"We're clearly not welcome!"