Chapter 324:
And what about it?â Her tone was laced with defiance, fully aware that mentioning âJade Hughesâ hit a sore spot.
She clenched her fists under the table, a silent vow that if anyone dared to humiliate or harm Harlee, retribution would be swift and collective.
With a dismissive flick of her wrist, Skyla declared, âLet me make this clear.
Decisions about this engagement rest solely with the Sandersons. You have no right to disparage Harlee.â
Leaning back, Skyla lazily gestured towards Kane, who was lingering nearby.
âEscort them out! The Sandersons have no place for those who are both cheeky and impolite!â
Belindaâs face flushed a deep red with rage, her upbringing barely reining in her desire to lash out. Next to her, Joseâs expression hardened as he steadied Belinda by the elbow, guiding her away.
Just as they departed, Harlee breezed in. The tension from the confrontation was lost on her, and she missed the stern looks from Jose and Belinda. To her, their faces were merely a blur of pride and aloofness, without even a nod of acknowledgment.
Jose and Belinda felt Harlee was aloof and arrogant, not even greeting them.
Walking up to her parents with a puzzled frown, Harlee gestured toward the exit and inquired, âMom, Dad, who were those people? What did they do to upset you so much?â Her dark eyes flickered with curiosity, already piecing together the echoes of the argument.
Lonnie was seething with anger.
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After he vented about the Green familyâs lack of respect, he couldnât resist commending Skyla for her resilience in handling the situation.
Skyla quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she retorted, âCut out the nonsense!â
Harlee, who had just walked in on their banter, stood dumbfounded. Reflecting on her motherâs audacious display, Harleeâs face broke into a grin.
âMom, you were phenomenal back there. You didnât let them get under your skin.â She tossed her mother a playful thumbs-up.
Skyla, suddenly grasping the magnitude of her defiance, was struck with a blend of astonishment and thrill.
Defending herself had ignited an exhilarating rush she hadnât known before.
But the reminder of why the Green family had come washed over her, dampening her spirits.
Lonnieâs face mirrored her seriousness, turning stern.
Noticing the tense atmosphere, Harlee delicately linked their hands, her voice a calm, soothing presence.
âMom, Dad, letâs not drag this engagement out any longer.
Forced love is like a wilted flower. It just doesnât bloom. Perhaps Rhys and I are simply not written in the stars.â She hesitated and then murmured tenderly, âAnd⦠Wouldnât it be wonderful to just spend more time with you both?â
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