Chapter 557:
When Lindsay saw the statement, her heart suddenly settled, the tension draining from her body.
âSo what?â she said, her voice measured.
âWhat do you expect me to say? You are spying on me. You donât trust me at all?â
She seized control of the conversation, her tone now firm, no longer timid or submissive.
For a long time, Lindsay had felt that her parents owed her something, and that belief gave her the audacity to speak so boldly. She was convinced their guilt would make them lower their expectations.
She used to play the role of the perfect daughter, pretending to be the one they wanted her to be.
But after spending time in online forums, she saw things in a new light and stopped pretending altogether.
It wasnât her fault. It was them who were to blame. They brought her into this world despite not wanting children themselves. They had never truly cared for her. They showered affection on a stranger while neglecting her, their own flesh and blood. So, why should she bear the weight of their mistakes? All she wanted was to take back what was rightfully hers.
It was they who needed to atone, not her. They were the unworthy ones.
Wiltonâs expression remained unshaken, his tone as calm and measured as ever.
âIf this is your way of retaliating, fine. We will accept it.â
âWhen the time is right, your mother and I will apologize to you.
But Lindsay, didnât I teach you the Morgan familyâs values? I donât know why you chose to present yourself differently in front of us. Perhaps itâs because we didnât do enough, and you were afraid to show your true self. Thatâs alright. The past is the past. We will make the amends we owe you. Now, letâs work on improving things, okay?â
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By the end of his speech, his voice was trembling with emotion. It was as if he were trying to steer her back to the path of righteousness with nothing but love.
Lindsay responded with a nonchalant nod, clearly not taking his words to heart, though she feigned a desire to mend their relationship.
âReally?â Lindsay asked with a seemingly delighted expression.
âYou honestly realize you were in the wrong? If thatâs the case, could you break off your godparent relationship with Harlee? I really canât stand her!â
Lindsay had simmered with deep resentment from the moment her parents had chosen Harlee and treated her like their own daughter. The weight of this, combined with the psychological trigger Hale had set off, twisted her. No longer did she crave her parentsâ love.
But if there was a way to use her parents to humiliate Harlee, maybe she would reconsider accepting their affection.
Finally, Belen spoke up.
âLindsay, it was inappropriate for us to make Harlee our goddaughter without consulting you. We never intended for you to feel overshadowed by her. Itâs our fault if it seemed like we favored her.
But please, believe me, we love you most of all. I think you misunderstood because Harlee shares many of our interests, and thatâs why we spend more time talking to herâ¦â
âEnough!â Lindsayâs psychological trigger flared again.
Her eyes glowed with fury as she shouted, âStop feeding me your phony excuses! You claim to love me the most, yet you picked the one woman I canât stand to be your goddaughter? Moreover, you treat her better than me. If this is your version of love, then I donât want any part of it!â
Lindsay went completely berserk.
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