Chapter 912
Ellinor cut straight to the chase, âSpit it out if you guys have something to say. If not, please leave. I
don't have time to waste hereâ
Arnold, taken aback by Ellinor's pompous demeanor, retorted, âWhat did you just say? Ellinor, don't
you forget who raised you!"
Ellinor chuckled, âOf course I remember who raised me. It was Karan from the monastery, not you.â
"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, âArnold, Ellinor is now Mrs.
Blanchet of the Blanchet family. She looks down on us, her foster parents.â
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, âAuntie Tracy, don't get it twisted. I didn't just start
looking down on you just now; I always did.â
Tracy's face froze, "You..."
Sheila stepped forward, pointing at Ellinor and defending her mother, âEllinor, 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?
âWhat's all the fuss about?â 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, âEllinor,
what's going on? Are they your family?â
Ellinor, slightly taken aback by Marissaâs appearance, responded, âNo, Grandma...â
âYes, we are Ellinor's parents!â Arnold interrupted Ellinor and approached Marissa. Gone was the
authority he had before Ellinor. He bowed slightly, even somewhat humbly, âHello, you must be
Marissa. I'm Ellinor's father, Arnold.â
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 Ellinorâs father, Marissa nodded politely, âHmm, hello.â
Then, Marissa turned to Ellinor, âEllinor, is this gentleman your father?â
Ellinor shook her head, âNope.â
Amold insisted, âYes, I am!â
Seeing the conflicting answers, Marissa appeared puzzled, but she was more inclined to believe
Ellinor.
*Ellinor, is he really your father?â