Fernanda turned, her gaze calm but unwavering as she looked at Robert. “So, what are you going to do to me?”

“You… you are really going too far!” Robert stormed toward her, his hand raised, poised to strike. “I’m going to give you a piece of my mind!”

At the Harper family’s home earlier, her guard had been down, giving him the advantage. But now, Fernanda was ready. She caught his wrist mid-air, her grip firm and unyielding.

“Want to hit me again? No way!” Her eyebrow arched, a faint smile curving her lips. “Do you think you’re worthy of being my father? Do you even deserve my respect?”

The pointed questions only fueled Robert’s anger.

His face contorted with rage, his eyes bulging as if they might burst from their sockets. The refined facade he typically wore cracked, revealing his selfishness, greed, and hypocrisy.

“Deserve it or not, I’m still your father!” he snarled through gritted teeth. “If I’d known you’d turn out like this, I would’ve never brought you into this world! Or better yet, I should’ve ended it when you were born—sent you to join your cursed mother in the grave!”

Fernanda’s expression hardened instantly.

Her jaw tightened, her features sharpening with an icy determination.

Her eyes narrowed, a glint of cold steel flickering within them.

An oppressive silence blanketed the villa after Robert’s outburst.

Fernanda still gripped his wrist, her strength making him powerless to move. The sheer force of her presence drained the heat from his anger, leaving him unsteady.

Without a word, she released his arm. Her hand shot up, connecting with his chin in a swift, decisive motion.

The impact was thunderous. Robert staggered, his balance faltering as he fell backward. His body hit the polished floor with a heavy thud, sliding a short distance before coming to a stop.

“You can insult me, and I’ll treat it as nothing more than a dog barking—not worth my time.” Fernanda’s voice was razor-sharp, each word cutting with precision. “But you have no right to insult my mother. If it weren’t for meeting someone like you, do you think her life would have been so short? Don’t forget how poor you were before. Without my mother’s resources and connections, who would even care to know you?”

For the first time since returning to the Morgan family, Fernanda spoke her mind without holding back. Her words were unrelenting, cutting Robert down with unvarnished truth.

Robert lay on the floor, humiliated and speechless. He cradled his aching chin, his head swimming from the blow. His vision blurred, splitting Fernanda into two ghostly figures.

The commotion in the living room had drawn everyone’s attention.

Selma’s shrill voice broke through the tension. “This is outrageous! How dare you defy your father!”

Fernanda didn’t even glance in their direction.

Without a word, she turned and headed upstairs, her steps unhurried. If anyone else wanted to provoke her tonight, she was ready.

No one bothered to knock on Fernanda’s door.

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