Chapter 458
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“Patrick’s father is just an ordinary person,” Ellie said.
Hank sneered, “Nonsense. An ordinary person can’t afford this place! The rent alone must be over ten thousand a month.”
Tori’s nails dug into Ellie’s arm, her expression sour. “Give us his name! You kept his identity a secret when you were carrying his baby before, and now you’re still trying to protect him. Just tell me who he is!”
Ellie, no longer the timid girl she once was, wrenched herself free from Tori’s grasp, rubbing her arm as she strode to the door and flung it open. “Get out. When I needed you the most, you disowned me. You cut ties with me yourselves. Don’t you remember? We have no bond now. You need to leave this instant.”
Leif and Tori, like stubborn mules, planted themselves on the sofa, puffing out their chests in righteous indignation.
Leif said, “You’ve grown quite the spine, haven’t you? But to banish your own parents? That’s over the line! We’re staying! This is our home now. Every penny we invested in you, we’ll reclaim it!”
Behind the bedroom door, Brenna and Patrick eavesdropped on the conversation. Patrick’s small fists clenched; he disliked these three people.
He said to Brenna, “What if they refuse to leave? I don’t like them and don’t want them to stay here!”
Brenna observed the escalating confrontation, ready to step in if things got out of control.
Patrick’s eyes, tinged with fury, blazed. He raised his small fists and whispered, “Let’s forcefully throw them out! I think I’m a good fighter.”
Just then, a resonant voice sliced through the charged atmosphere.
“Ellie, aren’t you going to invite me in?” Jayceon leaned against the doorframe, a takeout bag swinging from his fingertips.
Ellie’s frustration grew. “Why are you here?”
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She attempted to steer him towards the elevator quickly, wanting him to leave. But she was too late. Her parents and brother, seeing Jayceon, rushed over.
Hank seized Jayceon by the arm. “You’re not going anywhere!”
Leif jabbed his finger at Jayceon. “You must be the father of that child! You’ve dared to show your face. I won’t let you leave just like this.”
Jayceon, with a calm demeanor, dislodged Hank’s grasping hand, his eyes scanning the trio in their ordinary attire. He soon realized they were Ellie’s family.
He smiled politely. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jayceon Russell, Patrick’s father.
Let’s sit down and talk about everything, shall we?”
The situation had spiraled beyond Ellie’s control. Facing any one of them alone would have been challenging enough. But all four? That was a storm she was ill-prepared to face.
The four, however, were positively buoyant. Ellie’s family, their eyes gleaming, immediately took note of Jayceon’s bespoke suit and the glint of his opulent watch.
Hank’s eyes nearly popped as he recognized the limited-edition watch on Jayceon’s wrist. He realized Jayceon was clearly wealthy.
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