Chapter 912: Chapter 912

Ellinor cut straight to the chase, “Spit it out if you guys have something to say. If not, please leave. I don’t have time to waste here”

Arnold, taken aback by Ellinor’s pompous demeanor, retorted, “What did you just say? Ellinor, don’t you forget who raised you!”

Ellinor chuckled, “Of course I remember who raised me. It was Karan from the monastery, not you.”

“You!” Arnold was rendered speechless and infuriated. He had always planned to manipulate her under the guise of being her foster father, but now it seemed a bit far–fetched At this point, Tracy stepped forward, grabbing Arnold’s arm. She sighed, “Arnold, Ellinor is now Mrs.

Blanchet of the Blanchet family. She looks down on us, her foster parents.”

If Arnold’s claim to be her foster father was absurd, Tracy calling herself a foster mother was the biggest joke of the century!

Not only did Tracy never raise her, but she had done many terrible things to her. How dare she call herself a foster mother? What a laugh!

Ellinor looked at Tracy as if she were a joke, “Auntie Tracy, don’t get it twisted. I didn’t just start looking down on you just now; I always did.”

Tracy’s face froze, “You…”

Sheila stepped forward, pointing at Ellinor and defending her mother, “Ellinor, you’re crossing the line! I bet your days as Mrs. Blanchet are numbered! Once the Blanchet family discovers your true colors, there’s no way they’ll accept a woman like you!”

Ellinor looked at Sheila. True colors? What kind of person was she?

What exactly were the Mendozas here for today?

“What’s all the fuss about?” A gravelly yet kind voice interjected.

Everyone turned to see Marissa, supported by a maid, slowly emerging from the Blanchet family’s doorway.

Marissa glanced at the three strangers at the door, then turned her worried gaze to Ellinor, “Ellinor, what’s going on? Are they your family?”

Ellinor, slightly taken aback by Marissa’s appearance, responded, “No, Grandma…”

“Yes, we are Ellinor’s parents!” Arnold interrupted Ellinor and approached Marissa. Gone was the authority he had before Ellinor. He bowed slightly, even somewhat humbly, “Hello, you must be Marissa. I’m Ellinor’s father, Arnold.”

Marissa looked at Arnold. As a seasoned old lady, she could tell his character at a glance, and she was not interested in this spineless middle–aged man.

However, since he claimed to be Ellinor’s father, Marissa nodded politely, “Hmm, hello.”

Then, Marissa turned to Ellinor, “Ellinor, is this gentleman your father?”

Ellinor shook her head, “Nope.”

Amold insisted, “Yes, I am!”

Seeing the conflicting answers, Marissa appeared puzzled, but she was more inclined to believe Ellinor.

*Ellinor, is he really your father?”