NovelEnglishChapter 559 "Let it go, Sophia. Stop bothering her. The child, her own life... This tyou've really gone too far. It ends here." He walked to the door, pulling it open without looking back. "If you keep pushing, whether it's Julian or her, you and I-we're no longer family. Even if it breaks me, I'll fight you to the end." Bang! A glass slammed into the closed door, water trickling down its surface before pooling around the shattered pieces on the floor.
Sophia slapped the table, her palm pressed over a crumpled red invitation. Her face grew darker and darker.
"Useless fool!" She'd had enough.
Mila, of course, had no idea the Pembroke siblings were on the brink of falling out over an engagement invitation. She was busy handling the details for the engagement party.
Most of the work, honestly, was left to Forrest. When it wasn't him, she'd simply hire people to take care of things. But simportant calls she had to handle herself-old friends, business partners, people from her design circle-either confirming details or sending their congratulations...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer throat felt raw from the constant talking.
Stepping out onto the study's small balcony after another call, Mila took a sip of tea and leaned back in the rocking chair, hoping to bask in the sun for a few minutes' rest. But her phone rang again.
"Seriously?" She exhaled twice, answered without looking at the screen, and slipped automatically into her usual greeting. "Hello, this is Mila." No one answered. Frowning, Mila repeated herself. Still nothing. Her voice, already hoarse, faltered for a second. She braced against the chair's arm and slowly sat upright.
"...Hello?" "It's me." Conrad Montgomery's voice.
Mila glanced at the contact nto be sure, and whatever relaxation she'd felt instantly vanished. Her tone grew wary, all business. "... Did you need something?" "You're getting engaged?" Being questioned about this by Lysander's father was bizarre, but she answered anyway.
"...Yes." "Are you sure? He's the one?" "I am." "So why didn't you invite us?" Conrad sounded calm, almost casual. "We are your elders, after all. I remember promising you if you ever remarried, I'd make sure to give you a generous gift." The last thing Mila wanted was a lavish gift from the Montgomerys.
She hadn't invited anyone from that family. Not a single one. She was genuinely curious-what was Conrad thinking? Did he really not understand her intentions, even after not receiving an invitation? And how could he talk about it so calmly, as if nothing had happened-like this was all perfectly normal? How did he manage it? The Montgomerys never ceased to amaze her.
Calling them shameless was almost a compliment.
He could act like nothing had happened, but Mila was done pretending. Since he'd called, she'd make things clear.
"Chairman Montgomery." Her voice was icy. "You know as well as I do-all of you knew-while I was the only one left in the dark, wracked with guilt and pain. I was paraded around like a fool, every move judged and manipulated for your own victory." "Was it fun for you?" Silence.
After a moment, she continued, "I don't want you there. None of you. There's no need, and I don't want to see any of you." There was no way they could be "family" now. Not after all that deceit.
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Before Conrad could reply, Mila hung up. She blocked and deleted his number switched her phone to silent, and tossed it on the table. Then she lay back in the rocking chair.
The sheer curtains drifted in the breeze. Summer sunlight poured through the white fabric-not too harsh now, just warm enough to soak into her skin and ease the chill from her bones. The rocking chair creaked softly.
"Did you hear that?" Conrad's face was ashen in the quiet study. The calm from his phone call had vanished, replaced by a brittle anger as he stared into the corner.
A man stood in the shadows.
"I told you this would happen, but you wouldn't listen. Your grandfather won't touch your mess anymore, you crunning to me.
Embarrassing yourself and draggingwith you-get out of here.Fix your own problems. Don't expect my help again." He slammed his phone down, rattling the desk.
"Forrest is a good kid, you know. Doesn't have the pedigree, but he's got ambition. More importantly, He genuinely cares about Mila. He knows how to look after her. Not like you-where do you think you're going?!" The door slammed before he could finish. The man in the shadows was gone.
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