Chapter 604
Chapter 604:
So, he’d listen to her.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the flickering flame casting sharp shadows on his face. There was something dangerously magnetic about the way he stood there, brooding.
Inside the Morgan villa, the living room was brightly lit, brimming with people.
The crowd on the sofas made the space feel almost stifling—busier and louder than even the Harper family’s earlier gathering.
At the center sat Robert, his expression thunderous, his dark mood palpable.
Fernanda thought, with a fleeting sense of absurdity, that Robert might have a promising career playing the role of a stern father in dramas.
Shaking her head, she quickly rid herself of the thought.
“How dare you show your face here!” Robert’s glare bore into her as he barked. “Get over here right now!”
He and Michelle sat side by side, while the three other Morgans occupied one end of the sofa. On the opposite end were Selma and the Cruz siblings.
Eight pairs of eyes fixed on Fernanda.
Those stares held anger, worry, confusion, disdain, and even gloating.
But Fernanda remained composed, her gaze steady as she faced Robert. He slammed the coffee table, pointing an accusatory finger at her. “Didn’t you hear me? Come here this instant!”
“Oh, I heard you,” Fernanda replied, her tone calm, almost dismissive.
“I just don’t feel like it.”
“You dare talk back!” Robert roared, his temper flaring like a rooster about to attack. “You’ve grown bold, haven’t you? Do you have any idea how much effort I put into arranging this marriage for you? And now you cancel it on a whim? What gives you the right to act so recklessly?”
Fernanda blinked, tilting her head as if genuinely perplexed. Her tone took on an edge of irony. “Effort? I wasn’t aware. Wasn’t this engagement arranged by Martin because of his friendship with Mom? What does this have to do with you?”
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Caught off guard, Robert’s face turned a mottled red; whether from anger or embarrassment was hard to tell.
“I didn’t want it, so I ended it,” Fernanda said matter-of-factly. “If you’re so fond of the arrangement, why not take it yourself? Or perhaps you can ask your other…”
“…daughter to give it a shot. But honestly, I’m not sure Bobby would even be interested in her.”
She shrugged, feigning helplessness. “Martin’s already on board with my decision. No matter how angry you get, that’s the reality.”
Robert sputtered, his fury leaving him momentarily speechless. Michelle, ever the peacekeeper, placed a calming hand on his arm and gave Fernanda a reproachful look.
“Fernanda, enough. Look at how upset your father is,” Michelle said with a sigh.
“Fine,” Fernanda said, her tone light as she headed for the stairs. “Good night, everyone.”
“Stop right there!” Robert shot up from his seat, his glare burning holes into her back. His voice rose, sharp and cutting. “Did you forget what I told you? If you don’t set things right, I’ll make sure you learn a hard lesson!”
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