Chapter 497
The feeling of having his mouth and nose smothered by a pillow–suffocating and teetering on the brink of death–haunted Dexter’s mind. It was an experience he would never forget in his life.
Not to mention the heart–wrenching sorrow and disappointment of betrayal.
The precious daughter he had cherished and doted on for 19 years had actually tried to kill him!
Had it not been for a nurse entering the ward to check on him, he would already be dead.
So, when Dexter heard her call him “Dad” again, nausea and revulsion surged through him. His stomach churned, and he wished he could block out th sound entirely. He spat angrily, “Don’t disgust me. I don’t have a daughter like you, nor am I fit to be your father. Get out!”
Kayla casually admired her freshly done nails and chucked, “Dad, why are you so petty? Can’t I just apologize?”
‘Get out!!!
Dexter grabbed a broom nearby, ready to strike, but Kayla quickly stepped back. In a flash, her suited bodyguards pinned him down.
“I tried to be nice, but you just refuse to appreciate it!” Kayla rolled her eyes, glanced at the tightly shut bedroom door, and ordered coldly, “Take him
way!”
“What are you doing? Let go of me! Let go!”
Dexter struggled desperately, but his injuries had yet to fully heal. How could he possibly match the strength of the burly bodyguards? One of them punched him in the stomach, leaving him curled up on the floor while drenched in cold sweat
As the bodyguards dragged him out, the locked bedroom door suddenly flew open. With disheveled hair, Myra stormed out and slapped Kayla across the face at lightning speed!
The crisp sound echoed loudly in the room. Myra had put all her strength into the slap, so much so that one of Kayla’s earrings fell to the floor. “You ungrateful wretch! We raised you for 19 years, and this is how you repay us? Do you even have a conscience?”
“Conscience?” Kayla touched her stinging face, her gaze turning icy and sinister, yet she smirked mockingly. “What does that have to do with me? I never asked you to raise me. It was your choice, wasn’t it?”
Her words were a devastating blow, rendering all arguments futile.
Myra stood frozen, staring at Kayla in disbelief. For the first time, she realized that her daughter had become a complete stranger to her.
“Consider that slap my way of settling things with you two!” Kayla turned around and ordered the bodyguards coldly, “Take them both away!”
Two bodyguards dragged Dexter along, his feet barely touching the ground.
Myra snapped back to reality and chased after them, screaming, “Where are you taking him? Someone help! Let him go!”
Kayla watched indifferently, a hint of smugness on her face. “I’d advise you not to waste your energy. I’m part of Seldvale’s Carrell family now. Who would dare interfere with the Carrell family’s affairs?”
Since reuniting with Gabrielle, Kayla’s status and attitude soared. She carried herself with an air of arrogance and entitlement.
Myra suddenly recalled how the Fuller family, before their bankruptcy, had been the richest in Khogend. Back then, Kayla had been equally overbearing and condescending, even to the maids.
At the time, Myra thought nothing of it. Whenever the maids complained, she’d scold them without question, always siding with Kayla.
Only now did she understand how humiliating and suffocating it felt to be on the receiving end of such treatment.
“If that’s the case, then take me ton. Is that acceptable?
Myra straightened her back and walked over to Dexter’s side, pushing the bodyguards away and supporting Dexter, who could
Dexter spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Myra disapprovingly, trying to dissuade her from acting recklessly.
Despite that, she smiled faintly. “It’s fine. At worst, we’ll just die together.”
Kayla clicked her tongue and waved her hand dismissively, Instructing the bodyguards to take both of them away.
barely stand.
