Chapter 483 It's Your Own Lack of Ability
Dora was startled when Blake suddenly spoke to her, "Nothing... nothing at all."
"Is that so?" Blake clearly didn't believe her; he understood this woman well enough over the years to know that if it were really nothing, she wouldn't be so distracted.
By now, Dora had also regained her composure and retorted irritably, "What's it to you? Since when do you care about me?"
Care about her?
The thought was unpleasant to Blake
He withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at her.
A pang of pain struck Dora's heart, but she still scoffed indifferently, "If you don't care, then don't meddle in my affairs."
"I just want to make sure you're not doing something you shouldn't," Blake replied, equally irritated.
Feeling guilty, Dora dared to harm Evelyn but didn't dare let Blake find out. She could only snort coldly and stop paying attention.
Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Lucia felt helpless, "Mom, Dad, can't you two go one day without fighting?"
Sometimes she couldn't understand how these two, clearly at odds, ended up together.
"It's your dad who wants to argue with me," Dora said.
Blake couldn't be bothered with her and instead turned to Lucia, "What have you been up to lately? Still messing around with that worthless group of friends?"
Blake had no respect for Lucia's friends and naturally didn't want his daughter associating with them.
"Dad, those are my friends, how can you talk about them like that?" Lucia was unhappy. Although she knew her father disliked her friends, he usually didn't say much, but today...
Blake sighed helplessly, "Lucia, you are the daughter of the Kyte family, different from those people. You're degrading yourself like this, and it disappoints me."
Lucia was stunned; it seemed to be the first time Blake had spoken to her like this, and she was caught off guard.
"Why can't Lucia make friends? As a father, shouldn't you be happy if she's happy? Why do you care so much?" Dora spoke up to protect her daughter, not pleased to see her being scolded.
Blake's face turned cold, his displeasure evident, "She turned out this way today, and you, as her mother, bear a great responsibility."
He had always looked down on Dora, deeming her character flawed. Now, with Lucia following in her footsteps, if Lucia weren't his daughter, he wouldn't bother saying another word.
"Blake! What do you mean?" Dora exploded, furious at the implication that she hadn't raised Lucia well.
What right did he have to say that?
How many years had Blake cared for Lucia?
"You know exactly what I mean." Facing her roar, Blake remained composed, but his words cut deep into Dora's heart.
She hadn't expected that, after all these years, Blake still looked down on her.
"Yes, I'm very clear. You're just upset because you couldn't marry the woman you wanted back then and ended up having to marry me out of desperation, right?"
"That's because you lacked the ability to keep that wench. What's that got to do with me? Why take it out on me?"
With those words, Lucia keenly felt the atmosphere at the dining table change, especially seeing Blake's expression, which she had never seen so ugly before.
She cautiously tugged at her mother's sleeve, "Mom, stop it."
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