Chapter 3 Who Wants a Fake Daughter?
- "Really?" Elaine asked, eyeing the compliant Alora with a smile that held no warmth.
- "Grandma, are you certain that the Wilsons would be interested in something fake?"
- She recalled how, in her previous life, the contemptible Terry hadn't even spared Alora a second glance.
- Maya remained silent.
- Alora promptly bit her lip and cast her gaze downward, her expression one of clear hurt.
- Her appearance of grievance was so pitiable.
- It stirred sympathy in anyone who saw her.
- Observing the scene, Maya felt a pang of sadness.
- She gently patted Alora's hand to offer comfort and shot a sharp look at Elaine.
- "What do you mean 'fake'? Alora is my granddaughter! Anyone who dares question her as not being the true daughter of the Currans will have to face me!"
- Elaine stayed quiet.
- A subtle smile appeared at the edge of her lips.
- It had been the same in her previous life.
- Maya held Alora close, treating her like a precious gem.
- In contrast, she viewed her biological granddaughter as unimportant.
- But it didn't bother Elaine.
- As long as she had her parents, that was enough for her.
- She didn't care about anyone else.
- Maya went on, "Since you are aware that you're not suitable for Terry, then Alora remains his fiancée."
- Elaine didn't say anything.
- She didn't even bat an eye.
- The fact of who Terry, that b*stard, chose to marry was of no concern to her.
- She wouldn't be interested even if he wed a dog.
- Rebecca frowned and said, "Mom, Terry is engaged to Elaine. You can't just disrupt the engagement."
- Maya kept insisting that Elaine wasn't fit for Terry, which only added to Rebecca's irritation.
- If it weren't for the fact that she was her elder, Rebecca would have lost her temper a long time ago.
- How could she say my daughter wasn't good enough?
- My daughter is even deserving of the president!
- Maya replied with confidence, "It's her own choice that she doesn't want it."
- Leon said coldly, "Mom, let's discuss this another time. And also ... "
- His tone grew icy and stern.
- "Mom, it's one thing if you favor Alora, but if you keep saying that Elaine isn't worthy of Terry, I will be very upset."
- Maya responded, "Yes, yes, I can't even comment on your precious daughter. Once you have a daughter, you forget your mother. Alora, let's go!"
- She was taken aback by her son, who had always been obedient, treating her this way.
- In her anger, she pulled Alora away.
- Before they left, Alora glanced back at Elaine.
- Her fingers, which had been hanging loosely at her sides, slowly tightened into fists.
- She didn't believe that Elaine genuinely wanted to end the engagement.
- This woman is incredibly cunning.
- She uses withdrawal as a strategy to advance, making her parents pity her so she can easily take Terry away.
- What right does she have?
- She came back and took everything from me.
- Dad, Mom, and even Terry!
- I could let go of Dad and Mom, but Terry?
- No way!
- She has admired that captivating man since she was a child.
- No one is allowed to take him away!
- ...
- Elaine observed Alora's expression.
- A faint and mocking smile curved her lips.
- What a world we live in.
- Even a scoundrel is being fought over.
- "Elaine, tell me honestly, what do you really think?"
- "Elaine, don't let Grandma's words bother you. Terry is a good person. I can see that you really like him. You two are a perfect match."
- In the living room, only the three of them were present—the couple who intended to have a serious conversation with Elaine.
- "Dad, Mom."
- Elaine reached out and embraced her parents, feeling immense joy.
- She's back.
- In this lifetime, she could finally be with them properly.
- Her eyes welled up with happiness.
- But her parents, in contrast, felt a pang of heartbreak.
- "Elaine, don't cry. I know you've been wronged. Don't worry, I'll make sure you marry into the Wilsons without any problems," Leon said.
- A man who has dominated the business world for decades, seeing his precious daughter with red-rimmed eyes, was immediately thrown into a panic, not knowing what to do.