The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 885

885 Dan’s Drunken Meltdown

At least now, Eddie had finally come to his senses.

It would’ve been fine if Abraham hadn’t mentioned Evie–but once her name came up, Eddie’s expression darkened. That morning, Evie had called him, saying that Tempest’s younger sister and some distant cousin had gone to Yalvoria.

Eddie still couldn’t believe how stupid Tempest could be. Doesn’t he know Rianne is in Yalvoria?

If he did, then why–knowing full well Rianne and Ariana can’t stand cach other–would he stay comfortably in Rivermount while letting Ariana and that Hailey girl go there together?

Abraham said calmly, “Then go handle Galen’s situation. Leave today.”

“Got it.”

Even if Abraham hadn’t said so, Eddie had already planned to go. He’d just come by to give him a heads–up before leaving.

Meanwhile, in Redwood-

After Andy hung up the phone, Dan sat there seething, his anger boiling over until he went completely silent.

“She didn’t hit Derrick, didn’t hit Sebastian–and that was what she called punishment?”

He slammed his glass down. “Punishment? She actually treats Derrick and Sebastian like they’re her own people! That’s not a punishment!”

Punishment was for the people you cared about. For everyone else, it was pure retaliation.

Thinking back to how cold Marie had sounded on the phone, his fury reignited. “She said I’m crazy? She’s the one who’s lost it!”

The more he spoke, the angrier he became.

“She took everything from me—stripped me of half of Ashen Pact—and won’t even give it back! If she didn’t have a grudge, why won’t she return it?“.

Andy, who had tried to calm him down earlier, was now drinking right alongside him.

At first, he’d tried to reason with Dan; now he was nodding along furiously. “Yeah, exactly— total double standard. And she doesn’t even let us talk about it.”

Conan watched the two of them spiral deeper into their drunken rage, rubbing his temples in

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frustration.

Lenny had been calling Dan nonstop, but Dan refused to answer. He didn’t want to hear a single word about Ashen Pact.

Eventually, Lenny called Conan instead.

Conan answered, then approached respectfully. “Sir, Lenny says you need to come back immediately.”

“For what?”

“Mr. Dale fainted.”

Dan froze. Fainted? Dale?

He was already half–drunk, but the words still sank in. “Didn’t we already figure everything out today? What’s he fainting for?”

Conan hesitated.

It was because everything had been figured out that Dale had nearly passed out from rage.

Before, when he didn’t know, he’d believed all three children were his–and he’d lived in blissful ignorance. Life had been good; carefree even.

But now that he knew none of the three were biologically his… it was no wonder he’d collapsed.

“He was probably too angry,” Conan said quietly.

“Angry? Sure, he should be. Let him calm down for a while–he’ll be fine,” Dan muttered.

Conan just stared at him. Calm down?

If Dale ever heard that, he’d probably faint again on the spot.

“Marie, that damned woman,” Dan growled. “How did she manage to hold back her temper this time?”

Conan went silent. Here we go again.

The whole night, Dan had been ranting about Marie–like he wanted to tear her apart.

He was furious; truly, deeply furious.

“Where’s that fire she had when she came at me before?” he demanded. “How’d it just disappear?”

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“Exactly,” Andy chimed in drunkenly. “She should’ve gone all out–beat Derrick to death, and then Sebastian!”

Now Andy was drunk too, talking nonsense.

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