A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 462

Even if Marcia was confirmed as the Wilkinson's long-lost daughter, the family wasn't known for being unreasonable. From the old patriarch to Laurel, they were all level-headed and wouldn't turn against the Atwaters just because of a few words from Marcia.

But Carmela didn't see it that way. "That may be true, but who knows if the Wilkinsons are just putting on a show? They're an old, established family. They couldn't very well abuse their power in front of so many people. But who knows what happens behind closed doors."

"Frank, she's always been head over heels for you. If it comes down to it…" Carmela, telling herself it was for the good of the family, finally gritted her teeth and said it. "You should marry her."

Frank looked at her as if she'd told a sick joke. "You're so concerned with the big picture, why don't you dig Dad up from his grave? You could arrange a posthumous wedding for him and Marcia."

With that, any lingering warmth he felt for his mother vanished. He grabbed his suitcase and walked out. Carmela was so stunned by his words that she froze. The slam of the door snapped her back to reality. She yanked the door open and chased after him, her voice sharp. "Frank, do you have any idea what you're saying? That's your father! I'm your mother! Have you no respect for me?"

Frank handed his luggage to his driver, his face a calm mask. "And do you have any respect for me as your son?" If she did, she wouldn't have ended his marriage without his consent. And she certainly wouldn't be suggesting he marry Marcia now.

A flash of guilt crossed Carmela’s face, and she was speechless for a long moment, able to do nothing but watch the black Maybach disappear into the inky night. After a while, a cold gust of wind made her shiver, and she slowly turned back toward the house.

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