Chapter 189 It's All Your Fault
Elsa had acted on a whim, asking Jonathan about this; later on, Elsa thought it was just a waste of time.
And seriously, even if they were blood relatives, was she supposed to run to Jonathan and shout, "Hey, we're family!"? Her mom had her reasons for keeping it hush-hush.
Elsa gave a wry smile. Sure, she had the title of Luke's wife now, but deep down, she still felt like that regular, broke girl who didn't want to cling to the rich and powerful.
Being friends and neighbors like this? Way more comfortable.
Elsa didn't dwell on it for long and quickly shoved it to the back of her mind as she got back to work.
The Miller family was a hot mess and couldn't cause any trouble for a while, giving Elsa a breather. After dropping her brother back at the care facility, she dove back into her hectic workdays at the company.
As winter rolled in, Dalton Banks started working on the Christmas jewelry collection.
With Margaret out of the picture, there was less pointless drama at work, and Elsa threw herself into her designs, making some serious progress.
Elsa later found out that the whole Debbie threatening her thing was tied to Margaret.
But honestly, neither Debbie nor Margaret were worth her time. Her focus was always on the Miller family.
Still, Elsa didn't expect the Miller family to come after her again so soon.
Karen, humiliated by Dylan, couldn't figure out what she did wrong when she got home. Fuming and needing to vent, she saw David drinking on the couch, grabbed the bottle, and smashed it on the floor.
Liquor and glass went everywhere. Father and daughter, both with red eyes, faced off, a far cry from their tearful hug the day before.
Karen, looking a mess with her hair all over, dark circles, and a bruise from Dylan, glared at her dad.
"It's all your fault for sending me to Dylan!"
David, already pissed, got even angrier seeing Karen like that. "Why are you making a fuss? The Miller family's fortune will be yours one day. A little time with Dylan is nothing compared to the wealth and power you'll inherit. Your mom and I sacrificed so much to protect you, hoping you'd bring the Miller family back, not throw fits!"
"Throwing fits? Do you know what Dylan did to me? If you hadn't sent me to him, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
Karen stood there, shaking with anger, her face pale.
"I went to confront Dylan today, but then I remembered he still owes over a hundred million, so I chickened out. Somehow, I ended up pissing him off."
"Looks like Dylan's not gonna pay up! We're screwed!"
The more Karen talked, the more wronged she felt, and tears streamed down her face.
"My mom's got prison food to eat! We're just waiting to starve out here!"
Karen kicked off her high heels, ignoring the broken glass, and ran upstairs, sobbing hysterically.
David, with bloodshot eyes, sat on the couch, looking at the mess and his frantic daughter, feeling a deep, cold dread.
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