Mrs. Ferguson noticed Dylan’s mood had softened and waved her hand dismissively. “We’ve talked enough about the party. At this point, everyone here has their own role, and what happened last night isn’t going to happen again. Dylan, try to show some mercy, alright?”
Dylan’s fingers laced with Clara’s as she kept twisting her wrist, unable to take her eyes off the jade bracelet. Clearly, she was over the moon about it.
Mrs. Ferguson caught the look on Clara’s face and felt another pang in her chest. All that rare jade, and it ended up on someone like her. What a waste…
The butler, sensing the tension had finally let up, hurried to invite everyone to the table.
But ever since Clara slipped on that bracelet, the rest of the family just couldn’t get comfortable. Who wouldn’t envy Mrs. Ferguson’s prized possession? The price was one thing—nowadays, even if you had the money, you couldn’t buy something like this. The million-dollar jade pieces on the market now didn’t even compare to what this one was worth back then.
And after all these years living under the Ferguson roof, none of them had ever gotten a single thing from Mrs. Ferguson. So why Clara?
Lucius’s wife, Kayla, yanked a chair out with a bang. Her oldest son, Lincoln, was gone. Her younger son, Aaron, hadn’t even made it to the party. Her husband was as useless as ever. No wonder she hated Dylan to the core.
She knew in her gut that Dylan was the reason Lincoln was dead. And the way things were going, she’d probably lose Aaron soon, too.
Now, with Mrs. Ferguson giving Clara that bracelet, it was basically a public announcement. Clara was officially recognized. From now on, everyone would have to treat her as the lady of the house.
Kayla couldn’t figure out what Mrs. Ferguson was thinking. Maybe she’d just spoiled Dylan for so long, she’d finally given in to him.
Her face was sour. Simon, sitting next to her, leaned in and whispered, “My injuries this time? All thanks to Dylan. He marries some woman like her and Grandma doesn’t even say a word. Looks like the Ferguson family really is his kingdom now. If he wants someone gone, it’s just a matter of time. Didn’t our cousin still have some shares in the overseas branch, by the way?”
Aaron had spent years working overseas, always careful, always loyal. And when he finally came back, he was pushed further and further out. How could Kayla not be bitter?
She stared at the bracelet on Clara’s wrist, remembering how devoted she’d been to Mrs. Ferguson back in the city. Now, she wasn’t even as good as a random outsider.
No one cared about her family’s troubles, but this wild little girl got to step all over them?
Kayla dropped her gaze and let out a cold, silent laugh. If they were going to freeze her out anyway, why not go out with a bang? She’d make sure the whole Ferguson family lost face along with her.
Simon, seeing he’d stirred the pot enough, caught Tara’s eye from across the table. They exchanged a knowing look.
Tara was only here because Mrs. Ferguson had personally said she’d treat her like her own granddaughter. No way she was refusing that—plus, it gave her an excuse to keep coming back to the house.
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