My Blind Husband

Chapter 788 Meeting The “Curvaceous” Gwenn

Gwenn’s inner fire crackled. “What the hell! Is she blind or something? My body is a symphony of seduction, the kind that takes men’s breath away. But in Cherise’s eyes, this little viper, I’m suddenly ‘fat,’ ‘plump’? Like some middle-aged frump?”

“So, this is your sister,” Priscilla said, curling her lips into a cold smirk. Her gaze was icy as she studied Gwenn for a moment, then she laughed. “This pretend niece, why not say hello to your Aunt Priscilla?”

Priscilla had previously heard about Gwenn from Damien.

When Damien found Priscilla, he informed her that one of the main reasons Cherisa didn’t return to the Tanner family after Charisa’s death was because of Gwenn.

Firstly, Gwenn and Cherise had always been at odds, so she didn’t want to share a roof with Gwenn.

Secondly, Beckham treated Gwenn, his adopted daughter, as equally important as Cherise, his biological daughter. She didn’t want to stay in the Tanner family and constantly clashed with Gwenn, causing disappointment and sorrow for Beckham.

Priscilla’s brow furrowed with displeasure.

She couldn’t understand why Beckham, who had acknowledged Cherise as his own, would let such minor issues drive her away from the Tanner family.

This lingering resentment had cast a long shadow, poisoning her perception of Gwenn even before they had met. Now, face-to-face, Priscilla found her dislike solidifying, a distaste that permeated Gwenn’s very being.

“Hello,” Gwenn offered, a strained smile gracing her lips. “Look, you’re Cherise’s aunt, not mine. I’m just Dad’s adopted child. No need for all the aunt stuff, right?”

“Why not?” Priscilla countered, her eyes glinting with a challenge. “Beckham is my sister’s husband, and his children are obligated to address me properly, whether adopted or by blood.”

“You’re Beckham’s adopted daughter, remember? I don’t understand why being adopted gives you the right to disrespect elders. If you want no part of me, it’s easy. Just stop being Beckham’s adopted daughter. Problem solved.”

Gwenn’s brow furrowed at Priscilla’s barb. She was about to unleash a retort when Beckham’s voice boomed, “Gwenn, hurry up and greet your Aunt Priscilla!”

Gwenn wanted to argue, but the stern glint in Beckham’s eyes stopped her cold. He rarely looked at her like that, and it was pure fire. She rolled her eyes internally but swallowed her pride. “Aunt Priscilla.” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Priscilla’s smile was thin. “Hmm, good girl.”

She turned to Cherise. “Isn’t your sister a ray of sunshine? But why did Damien say she always goes after you?”

Cherise wanted to respond, but Beckham cut her off with a frown. “Gwenn targeting Cherry? What’s going on? Maybe Damien’s talking about that news article from before?”

“That’s right,” Priscilla scoffed. “As a sister, Gwenn, you wrote an article about your sister’s shady work ethics. I still remember it, and it makes me wonder, who lacks ethics, the sister who exposes it, or the one who does it?”

The room went ice cold.

Even distant Quinell family members started whispering.

“She seems so put-together; wouldn’t expect that from her…”

Guess adopted siblings just never get along like the real ones.