Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death novel Chapter 433

"Why are you being so sarcastic? Aren't we also your family? Don't you want a strong family to support you, just like Zoey?" Terrence was getting agitated.

A strong family to support her? Yvette found Terrence laughable.

"Wasn't the Snyder family powerful enough when Dad had just passed away? What support did you provide me?" she asked mockingly.

If Terrence hadn't been foolish enough to violate the agreements between the Snyders and the Lanes by secretly transferring what was meant to be her wedding gifts, Xavier wouldn't have been so disgraced, nor would he have taken it out on her.

If it hadn't been for Terrence, she wouldn't have been rendered unable to hold her head high in front of the Lanes.

When Terrence was once again rebuffed by Yvette, he raised his hand as if to strike her. However, he could only gingerly let his hand fall when he remembered Tristan's warning from a few days ago.

"No matter what, we share the same bloodline. You can't just stand by and watch what belongs to our family fall into the hands of outsiders."

Of course, Yvette wouldn't stand idly by. "Don't worry. I'll handle the Snyder family's affairs. But it has nothing to do with you. You're not fit to be the heir of the Snyder family."

Terrence had listened to Yara's advice and handed over the family's hard-earned business to others—he wasn't fit to be a human, let alone an heir.

With that, Yvette left Terrence behind.

Terrence's eyes were filled with shock as he watched his once weak and incompetent sister speak such words.

"I'm not fit to be the heir? Who is, then? You? Ridiculous. How can a woman run a business?" he muttered to himself.

Just then, a cough sounded behind him.

Terrence turned to see Tristan and Quentin. The two tall, handsome figures stood together, exuding an intimidating air that made it difficult for Terrence to meet their eyes.

Before the Snyders' fall, Terrence had been nothing more than a tag-along behind these two. Lacking the necessary skills, he'd had no choice but to follow in their shadows as a lackey.

"Mr. Shaw, Mr. Banks," Terrence greeted them obediently.