“T’ll treat my elders how they treat me.
You’ve never treated me as your granddaughter since I was a child anyway.
Why do you think I should be nice?” Madam Vanderbilt had never seen nor carried her since her birth just because she was a girl.
She had still been young and didn’t understand much then.
She would still return home for Thanksgiving with her parents.
However, she had seen and remembered how Madam Vanderbilt treated her mother.
Marina would be calm and not care much about Madam Vanderbilt.
Maybe that was the reason Madam Vanderbilt thought that she was a lot like her mother.
Maisie had been under the impression that her mother’s coldness to the Vanderbilts was mainly due to her father’s infidelity with Leila.
“Zee, how could you argue with your grandmother?” Leila was still trying to stay in Madam Vanderbilt’s good books and acted as the good daughter-in-law.
“I’m just being honest.” Maisie crossed her arms and said bluntly, “It’s impossible for me to give Vaenna away.
Even if Dad didn’t leave it to me, I’d still find a way to take it back.” No one could stop her.
“How dare you!” Madam Vanderbilt sneered.
“Why wouldn’t I dare?” Maisie said that in a resolute tone, turned around, and left.
Right after she left, Madam Vanderbilt lost it and started shattering all the dishes on the table.
Leila was startled but tried to console her.
“Mother, don't be angry.
We'll find a way to take care of her.” Madam Vanderbilt calmed down after hearing what she said.
“This girl really has Marina’s blood.
You're right.
We'll find a way to take care of her.” Maisie walked out of the restaurant, but she suddenly stopped at the car park, turned around, and looked at a Porsche in a flirty color.
She looked at the license plate.
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