Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 197

**TITLE: The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream by Alyndra Meron Valeen 197**

In the whirlwind of my life, I found myself undeniably cast as the victim in this family drama.

“Too bad none of us can say the same for you, Cecil,” Claire fired back, her tone sharp and dripping with contempt. “You know how much I loathe seeing her, right? So why on earth would you bring her here? Aren’t you even a little worried that Grandma will hate you for this?” Her words hung heavily in the air, piercing and accusatory, like daggers aimed straight at his heart.

Cecil McKay’s complexion turned a deep shade of crimson, his fury evident as his eyes narrowed into slits, resembling a predator ready to pounce. “How dare you speak to me like that, you insolent little brat! How dare you address your own father by his first name?” His voice thundered through the room, reverberating with disbelief and a simmering rage that threatened to boil over.

“I’m not your daughter, you jerk!” Claire shot back, her voice unwavering and resolute, fueled by the flames of her conviction. “You forfeited the right to be called ‘father’ the moment you chose to betray Mom!” Each word she uttered felt like an arrow, striking through the oppressive tension that enveloped us.

Cecil’s hand clenched into a fist, his anger bubbling to the surface. “Why you—”

“Hey! Enough of this nonsense!” Charice, a middle-aged woman who had been an unwilling witness to the unfolding drama, stepped forward, positioning herself as a shield between Claire and Cecil. “Come on now, sweetie. You shouldn’t be arguing with a child like this. Especially not with our Cici here. She’s going to play a significant role in our family, and she needs to keep that pretty face intact.” Her tone was a blend of soothing authority, a motherly instinct kicking in to protect Claire from the storm.

Cecil’s jaw clenched tighter, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he fought to contain his fury.

“Consider yourself lucky that Charice is showing you some kindness,” he sneered, his voice laced with contempt. “Now, get inside and wish your grandmother a happy birthday. And mind your manners—there’s a very important guest inside that you cannot afford to offend.” The warning in his words sent a shiver down my spine, an ominous reminder of the stakes we were facing.

“I didn’t ask for your advice, jerk!” Claire shot back, her glare fierce enough to rival his. With determination, she yanked several boxes of gifts from the trunk and grasped my hand, leading me toward the entrance with a sense of purpose.

Cecil’s expression darkened further, his frustration palpable as he stepped forward, intent on blocking her path.

But Charice was there again, her presence acting as a formidable barrier between father and daughter. “Hey! She’s old enough to explore romance, isn’t she?”

“That’s not the issue!” Cecil growled, his voice low and threatening, like a predator cornered. “We cannot let him see this! If he decides he’s not interested… our entire business deal will be jeopardized!” His words were laced with urgency, as though the very foundation of their plans was crumbling before his eyes.

Charice’s smile was peculiar, a lopsided expression that hinted at a hidden agenda. “Men love a conquest. How can you be so sure the boy won’t find her appealing? Besides, look at the young man she’s brought. He’s just a middle-class, run-of-the-mill nobody. He can’t possibly compete. So why not let them in? There will be ample opportunity for this to blow up in Claire’s face later…”

Her smile deepened, revealing a satisfaction that felt almost sinister. ‘You thought you could humiliate me in public, you little brat? Please. Your own mother lost to me. You won’t do any better.’

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