NovelFinishChapter 47 Not only Weston, but everyone of status in the room turned to Citrine in shock.
Without a word, Raymond stepped forward, placing himself protectively between Citrine and the others.
That small gesture alone made it clear just how much he valued his daughter.
A flash of anger flickered in Weston's eyes.
He snapped coldly, "Enough of this nonsense." "How can you have a daughter when you've never even been married?" Raymond narrowed his eyes. He understood perfectly well that what angered Weston wasn't the existence of a daughter, but the fact that he'd brought her here, openly acknowledging her as family.
Weston's sharp gaze locked onto Raymond. "Raymond, show this young lady the door." The old man clearly wanted to pretend none of this had happened.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOf course Raymond saw right through him. Weston simply refused to accept this granddaughter.
"Raymond, don't disappoint me," the old man barked, his voice ringing with warning when Raymond didn't move. Raymond glanced back at Citrine. Her face was calm, betraying not a hint of emotion.
She seemed not to care about any of this.
But Raymond knew better; it wasn't that she didn't care-it was that she'd long stopped hoping for anything from anyone.
Suddenly, Raymond straightened, meeting Weston's gaze head-on. "We've already had a DNA test. She is, without a doubt, my daughter." "Raymond!" Weston's voice shot up, his composure slipping as anger overtook him.
Just as he was about to explode, Weston caught sight of the necklace around Citrine's neck. He shot up from his seat, pointing an accusatory finger at her, his face contorted with rage.
"You-you gave her 'Eternal Devotion'?" Eternal Devotion? Citrine glanced down at her necklace, a suspicion forming in her mind.
Raymond's voice was steady and unwavering. "She's my daughter. Who else would I give it to?" Of course his daughter deserved the very best.
"Does she deserve it?" Weston's glare swept over Citrine, his fury barely contained. "You think she's worthy? You'd rather give it to her than to those women you keep hidden away?" Raymond's eyes turned cold as ice.
"Watch your mouth," Weston spat, humiliated in front of everyone.
Father and son stood off, neither willing to give an inch.
Finally, after a long silence, Weston spoke.
"That belonged to your mother," he said flatly. And 'Eternal Devotion' alone is worth millions.
In the past, this son of his refused to speak of his mother, forbade anyone from mentioning her, let alone touching her belongings. And now he'd handed 'Eternal Devotion'-her most precious heirloom-to someone else.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine was taken aback.
She'd known the necklace was valuable, but hadn't realized it was an inheritance from Raymond's mother.
Before she could process it, she heard Raymond say firmly "If it was my mother's, then I have every right to decide what happens to it." "Raymond, are you defyingnow?" Weston, still imposing even in old age, spoke with such weight that it felt suffocating.
The younger guests shrank back, too intimidated to utter a word.
Raymond met his father's gaze without the slightest hint of om I'm not asking for weakness. "Dad I'm not a your permission." His tone brooked no argument.
Weston's expression darkened, but at last he relented with a snort. "Fine She's just a girl-she won't make any trouble. If you want to keep her around, go ahead." Keep her around? Like she was skind of plaything? What kind of nonsense was this old man spouting?
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