Unemployed Family? Hidden Tycoons Dote On Her novel Chapter 635

"Everyone, hold it right there!" Freya shouted, her voice slicing through the tension in the room.

Calvin chimed in, his tone sharp. "Arabella, did you think this was over?"

Arabella turned slowly, one eyebrow arched in cool inquiry. "Was there something else?"

So, this was where the real showdown began.

Freya took a deliberate breath, forcing her voice into something steadier. "Fine, you treated Harper. But you're a doctor contracted with this hospital. That's literally your job."

"And?" Arabella's reply was flat, a clear signal to skip the preamble and get to the point.

"The treatment fees and all related costs—we'll settle that directly with the hospital," Calvin stated, pausing for effect. "So now, we move on to..."

Freya cut him off, her words clipped. "Now, we settle things between us."

Arabella folded her arms and gave a slight, unhurried nod. "Mm-hmm."

Go ahead then. Let's hear what you want and how you plan to get it.

"Arabella," Freya began, putting on a tone of wounded propriety, "the Macdonalds raised you from a child. You became a renowned specialist—everything you are, you owe to this family. You've walked away from us now, but you can't just leave without making things right."

Arabella blinked slowly. "Let me get this straight. Are you claiming the Macdonald family taught me medicine?"

Please. Was there a single person in the Macdonald family—or the Clark family, for that matter—who knew the first thing about medicine?

"That's not the point," Freya sniffed dismissively. "You acquired your skills while living under our roof. Education costs money—a lot of it. And all of that was funded by the Macdonalds."

"Funded by the Macdonald money," Arabella echoed, a flicker of contempt in her eyes.

What money did the Macdonalds really have? If it weren't for her, their so-called "family fortune" would have crumbled years ago.

"Mom, what are you even trying to say?" Edward broke in, his brow furrowed. "When you first found Harper, you couldn't wait to locate Arabella's birth parents. And once you did, you pushed her out of the family without a second thought. She didn't want to leave us—you wouldn't let her stay."

"You ungrateful boy, do you even remember your last name is Macdonald?" Freya's composure was fraying, her voice rising.

"Mom, the name isn't what matters," Edward replied, his tone growing firmer. "All I know is that Arabella is my sister. That hasn't changed, and it never will."

Only he truly understood: Arabella had pursued medicine for his sake.

And the reason she'd become an exceptional doctor was due to her own raw talent and relentless effort—none of which had anything to do with the Macdonalds.

"Edward," Calvin interjected, his voice low and threatening. "Do you have any idea why we insisted you come here today?"

Edward's demeanor shifted. He looked at his uncle, a trace of alarm in his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

Arabella's gaze darkened. "Just spell it out. What do you people actually want?"

She had already pieced together why Freya and Calvin had been so adamant about Edward's presence.

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