Chapter 932

Chapter 932:

This wasn’t something she had just blurted out—it was a rehearsed excuse, decided the moment Fernanda walked out that day.

Back then, Gracie had cut ties with the Cooper family and followed Robert here, changing her name to Lacie.

From that moment on, she had used that name for everything.

Back then, Robert’s people had handled the purchase. The process had been messy—full of conflicts of interest—and the contract was anything but airtight. Now, the Morgans were milking that weakness for all it was worth.

But seriously, did Selma actually believe that changing a name could change the ownership of a house?

Fernanda shook her head. She had met plenty of arrogant people before, but Selma was in a league of her own—loud, overconfident, and utterly clueless.

Robert shot Michelle a quick wink, signaling her to take Selma upstairs before things escalated.

Already in on the evening’s plan and fully aware of Fernanda’s importance in it, Michelle gently urged Selma up the stairs.

Fernanda barely spared them a glance. She pulled out her phone and fired off a message to Leon.

With Selma and Michelle gone, the living room fell silent, leaving only Fernanda and Robert. He wasted no time slipping into the role of the doting father—asking about her studies, her daily life—acting as if he actually cared.

Fernanda answered in a clipped, uninterested tone. Just enough to respond, not enough to encourage conversation.

After firing off the message, Fernanda tossed her phone onto the coffee table and leaned back, eyeing Robert with thinly veiled contempt. “You’re so curious about the Cooper family, yet when my grandmother passed, you didn’t even bother to pay your respects. You know who did? Martin.”

Robert barely hesitated. “I was busy. I didn’t have the time back then.”

𝗀Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝒸𝗈𝗺, 𝓶𝗈𝗋𝑒 𝓬𝒉𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝗈𝗇

Fernanda arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Busier than Martin? Funny, because for someone so busy, your business doesn’t seem to be doing half as well as his.”

Robert, his pride stinging, flushed with anger. “You really think Martin is that impressive? He just got lucky marrying rich! If Judie hadn’t backed him, do you honestly think he’d be where he is today?”

Suddenly, Fernanda dropped the lighter onto the coffee table with just enough force to make a point.

Metal struck marble with a sharp, echoing clink, jolting Robert from his tirade.

“What are you trying to say?” Fernanda’s gaze was sharp, her voice unwavering. “You think Mom never did anything for you? If it weren’t for the two hundred thousand she gave you back then, you’d have nothing. And now you’re jealous of Martin’s wife? Maybe take a look in the mirror—you never even appreciated your own.”

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