Chapter 1308
Edgar remained silent. His gaze dropped to the floor, and a long, weary sigh escaped him—heavy enough to carry years of disappointment. Amilia, his own daughter, had squandered every ounce of love he had ever given her. Karlee, his granddaughter, had proven no different. Everything he had poured into them had been wasted on hearts that never deserved it.
Elsie closed her eyes for a moment, fighting the ache in her chest. Amilia and Karlee had spent their lives chasing foolish whims and ignoring every warning she had ever offered. She had once tried to guide them, to pull them back toward something better. Now she was done. They had become wild, ungrateful creatures who refused to learn. There was no sense in worrying over them anymore.
Elsie decided her love would be better spent on Bexley. Even without blood between them, Bexley had shown genuine warmth, devotion, and gratitude—giving Edgar and Elsie the comfort of what a real family should feel like.
At that moment, Kaleb’s patience finally snapped. He raised a hand in a quiet command to the bodyguards.
“Take them to the basement.”
No more illusions. No more chances. Amilia and Karlee were to stew in solitude and face the mess they had made, kept far from the rest of the family they had wounded.
The bodyguards obeyed instantly, seizing Amilia and Karlee and hauling them toward the door.
“No! Not the basement! I’m not going down there!” Fear erased every trace of their earlier bravado, and both women broke at once.
“We’ll do whatever it takes! We’ll kneel! We’ll apologize to Bexley!”
Their cries went unanswered. Kaleb had already closed his heart to them. Their sudden willingness to bend had nothing to do with concern for Edgar; it sprang purely from fear, a selfish desperation to avoid punishment. People that cold-hearted had no right to the Thompson name, and the family had no reason left to hold them close.
Amilia and Karlee were soon dragged from the room, and at last a heavy, welcome stillness settled over the living room.
Kaleb faced Elliana with a solemn expression.
Lɑt?st chαpt?rs n glov?.сm
“Dr. Atkinson, I apologize for that disgraceful scene. I am deeply sorry for what Amilia and Karlee did. I truly hope you can overlook their behavior and still treat my father. Our family would be forever grateful.”
Rita, terrified that Elliana might still harbor resentment, spoke quickly, voice trembling.
“Please believe me—Amilia and Karlee are the only ones like that. The rest of the Thompson family is kind and principled. I hope you can forgive them and treat Edgar.”
Seeing the worry etched across her mother’s face, Elliana felt a quiet shock. Rita still had no memory of who she truly was, yet her concern for Edgar was pure and instinctive; it had to be the unspoken pull of blood.
Elliana acknowledged that Rita was right. Amilia and Karlee were the outliers. Everyone else in the family had shown genuine decency, and she had witnessed it herself. She refused to let their shamelessness overshadow the goodness of the rest. Edgar and Elsie were her grandparents after all, and Jenifer and Kaleb her aunt and uncle. They had sheltered her mother for ten long years, and for that alone they deserved her respect.
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