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Scarlet felt a surge of injustice.

“But he clearly meant for me to please his client!”

“Nonsense!” Cade roared.

“You good-for-nothing! You jeopardized Bowen’s collaboration with his client.

All the effort I invested in you over these years has gone to waste! You can’t even handle basic social etiquette! Now you’ve tarnished your own reputation.

Which decent family would even consider you after this?”

Scarlet burned with indignation as her father berated her in public.

Tears welled in her eyes, yet she held her tongue, refraining from talking back at him.

Since her mother’s passing three years ago, her father had morphed into a domineering stranger, his actions increasingly disregarding her dignity.

Power.

His mind was consumed by the singular pursuit of acquiring it.

If he controlled her marriage, her life would be a gilded cage.

No, she wouldn’t be a pawn in his game.

She’d find a suitable husband on her own terms.

“Cade, that’s uncalled for.

Scarlet is a beautiful young woman.

If a noble family isn’t in the cards, then a suitable match from a smaller house could be arranged.

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” Barnes offered the suggestion with a nonchalant shrug.

A flicker of darkness crossed Cade’s eyes as he glanced at Barnes.

Was that… gloating?

The thought of his daughter marrying a nobody, unable to provide the kind of support he envisioned for his son, simmered in his gut.

“This isn’t your concern, Barnes,” Cade scoffed.

“Focus on your own son’s affairs.

Lyndon marrying a single mother with a child? What were you thinking? Did you agree to this marriage because of the Larson family’s power? Your son made quite a sacrifice in this situation.

”

He leaned forward, his voice dripping with malice.

“My old friends get a kick out of it.

”

Barnes’ face turned gloomy.

Just as he opened his mouth to counter, Lyndon entered the room.

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“The sounds of your whining could be heard from a mile away, Uncle Cade.

Such a behavior is unbecoming of you,” Lyndon sneered, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.

Cade’s face contorted in anger as he turned to face him.

Lyndon entered with Tilda and the others in tow, his smile failing to reach his eyes.

“Well, Uncle Cade, it seems you are not aging gracefully.

Your limited perspective leads you to gossip like a society matron.

”

Cade’s face contorted in fury, yet words deserted him.

“Lyndon, Tilda, you’re back!” Brea greeted them warmly.

“Hello, Brea,” Tilda responded.

“Hi, Brea,” Sheldon chimed in.

Brea scooped Sheldon up in a hug, her touch tender as she ruffled his hair.

“Sweetie, did the flight wear you out?”