Chapter 605 Such a Well-Raised Daughter
Evelyn was slightly disappointed that A hint of disappointment clouded Evelyn's countenance as Lucia was held backrestrained from getting physical; she was genuinelyescalating the situation physically. She had been fully prepared to let Lucia have a go, especiallyunleash her fury, particularly with Blake watching.as a spectator. It would have been a served as the perfect opportunitystage for him to seewitness the true colorsnature of his daughter.
A shame, really.Regrettably, Lucia might be foolishhave been naive, but Dora certainly wasn't.
However, was anything but.Regardless, it was enoughsufficient; Blake's expression was already turning sour.
morphing into a grimace."Dad, I..." Lucia startedattempted to explain.
Unfortunately, justify herself. However, a single glancewithering look from Blake was enough to silencemute her; she loweredbowed her head in quiet submission.
"Look at the wonderfulsilent acquiescence."Behold the exemplary daughter you've raised!" Blake sneered dismissively as he got upderisively, rising from the dining table and strodestriding towards the door, apparently heading off exit, presumably en route to thehis office.
Evelyn's lips curledtwisted into a wrysardonic smile, a hinttouch of mockery playingdancing at the corners of her mouth.
Once Blake had vanisheddisappeared from sightview, Lucia finally liftedraised her head, her eyes red and glintingaflame with a wild hunger.
Pity thatferal intensity.It was a pity she lacked any real bite; naturally,ferocity; Evelyn, of course, paid her no mind.
After finishingheed.Having finished her meal, Evelyn didn't lingerdawdle. She got uprose to leavedepart; after all, she too had a jobprofessional obligations to getattend to as well.
.As soon as she was gonehad exited, Lucia's sense of injustice bubbled upsurged. "Mom, Dad's just so unfair."
biased."Dora heldenveloped Lucia closein a comforting embrace, her heart torn between angera battlefield of rage and sorrow. "Yes, it seems to your father, only that woman's child counts."
matters.""Mom, I can't acceptstand this. Why am I not good enough to inheritworthy of inheriting the Kyte family's legacy just because I'm his daughter too?" Lucia fumedseethed, referring to Blake's recent, apparent decision to favor Evelyn for the Kyte Enterprises inheritance—how could she possibly stand fortolerate that?
From her childhood, Lucia knew had been instilled with the belief that she was a Kyte lady, and that the Kyte Enterprises was her birthright--—everyone believed so.
Now, with Evelyn's arrival, she was no longer the prizedcherished Kyte lady and even stood to loserisked losing her claim to the family business—unacceptable!
Dora clenched herunthinkable!Dora's teeth gritted in resolvedetermination. "If he shows no mercycompassion, then don't expect any righteousnessfairness from me."
She had realizedcome to the painful realization that Blake would never value them, that if they wanteddesired a goodcomfortable life, they'dthey would have to fendfight for it themselves.
This realization loomed even larger withwas magnified by the thoughtprospect of Evelyn inheriting the Kytes, potentially leaving them with potentially nowhere to go.
turn.But Dora now had a plan now, for the sake of her daughter, she was donefinished hoping for Blake's recognitionacknowledgment, done piningyearning for that man's attention.
Meanwhile, Evelyn, oblivious tounaware of their plotting, gotscheming, climbed into her car boundand headed for the office. Along the wayEn route, she rememberedrecalled her unanswered call to Dermot from the previous night that went unanswered, so she took out her phone to and decided to try again.
At this hour, Dermot would undoubtedly be awake, perhaps even deep intoimmersed in his workday.
But to her surpriseastonishment, the call went unanswered yet againonce more, and after a fewseveral attempts, she was met with the harsh notetone of a turnedswitched-off phone.
Was her ringtone not loud enough to hear?
be heard?Or why hashad the phone suddenly shutpowered down?
DidHad Dermot turnturned it off himself? Was he too busyoccupied to be bothered?
Though speculation ran throughdisturbed?Although conjectures swirled in her mind, nothing added upnone of them made sense. It wasn't like Dermot to shutswitch off his phone justmerely because he was busy—he would at least send a text, wouldn't he?
ConcernedWorried, Evelyn madedialed another callnumber—this time to Todd, asking him to reach out to get in touch with Dermot.
It was oddstrange enough that Dermot hadn’t answered his phone, but now Todd discovered that he hadn’t even shown up at work in Moris City. Evelyn’s anxiety began to spike.
Puzzledmount.Baffled, she decided to call Grandpa Doyle. There was a chance Dermot might be there. She was startingbeginning to regret not bringing Dermot back to Columbia with her; at least then she wouldn’t feel so helplesspowerless.
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