Chapter 105
Chapter 105:
After what felt like an eternity of Robert’s monologue, he concluded with an air of finality. “Fernanda, you’re so smart. I’m confident that if you put in the effort, they’ll grow to like you.”
Fernanda’s face hardened. Her voice, sharp and unyielding, sliced through the air.
Fernanda’s voice cut through the room. “Why should I care if they like me?”
Robert’s expression faltered, his voice taking on a defensive edge. “Because they’re going to be family. Maintaining good relations with your future in-laws is crucial. It’s how you gain more benefits!”
“Really?” Fernanda’s laugh was bitter and hollow. “Benefits for whom, exactly? Me or you?”
The question landed like a thunderclap. Robert’s face darkened, his features stiffening into a mask of displeasure. “What are you implying?”
Fernanda rolled her eyes with blatant disdain, knowing he was nothing more than a hypocrite.
“You…” Robert began again, his voice taut.
“No need to say more,” Fernanda interrupted. “I’ll handle my own affairs. Don’t bring this up again. I don’t need your instructions. I’m done listening to things like this.”
With that, she rose from her chair and strode towards the staircase. The sharp slam of a fork hitting the table cut through the tense silence. Selma, her face a storm of fury, yelled, “Stop right there!”
Fernanda didn’t even pause.
“How could you speak to your father like that?” Selma’s voice rose, sharp and grating. “Your father is doing this for your own good. Do you think anyone else would care about your trivial issues?”
Selma’s traditional values left no room for such defiance. Respect for elders was paramount, and Fernanda’s blatant disregard was an unforgivable affront.
Halfway up the stairs, Fernanda stopped and turned, her eyes meeting Selma’s with icy indifference. “Nosy old woman,” she spat, her voice a venomous whisper.
𝒍𝒂tｅ𝒔t 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 gαlnovels.ｃοm
Then she vanished into her room, the door slamming shut with a resounding finality.
Selma’s face flushed with rage, her body trembling with indignation. With her daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren all present, Fernanda’s words were a public insult that stung deeply.
Fuming, Selma rolled up her sleeves, ready to confront Fernanda. But Michelle hurried to her side, her soothing voice attempting to douse the flames of Selma’s anger.
The dining room erupted into a cacophony of heated words and pacifying murmurs, a chaotic symphony that grated on everyone’s nerves.
Kevin, his patience snapping, tossed his fork onto his plate. Leaning back, he propped one foot on the edge of the table and drawled, “Aren’t you tired of bickering? Can’t we just eat in peace?”
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