The words hit Natalie like a punch to the gut. Her chest tightened, a sharp, suffocating pain spreading through her. It felt like someone was squeezing her heart.
She forced a smile, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she looked at Wendy, using her first name. “Wendy, there is no ‘calling it even.’ There is only me winning. Because you were never, ever fair to me.”
“Natalie!” Wendy shouted in frustration. “No matter what, we are still family…”
“Then what was the point of signing the papers to disown me?” Natalie shot back.
Wendy choked on her words. It was true. They had officially cut ties. She looked at Natalie, who stood there exuding a natural, aristocratic grace that reminded Wendy of herself in her youth. But the girl was such a disappointment.
“Natalie, you’ve truly disappointed me.”
“You never had any expectations for her, so how could she disappoint you?” a cold, aged voice cut in from nearby.
Wendy spun around to see Queena helping Mr. Sanders Sr. approach them.
“Oh! Grandpa, I didn’t see you in there. Were you scared?” Natalie’s tone shifted instantly, becoming sweet and soft. It was as if she had become a different person.
Mr. Sanders Sr. cleared his throat. Of course he wasn’t scared. He walked up to Wendy, his sharp eyes pinning her in place. “The hell you say! When you need her, it’s ‘Natalie.’ When you don’t, it’s ‘that scumbag.’ You people bully my granddaughter to this extent, and you have the audacity to be disappointed? What a shameless, rotten family.”
Wendy stared at him, shocked. So this was the kind of person who had raised her daughter. No wonder she was so outrageous. Sebastian also sized up Mr. Sanders Sr. He looked like an ordinary old man. This was Natalie’s grandfather? Why had she never mentioned him?



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