The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 346

hapter 346 The Price of Blood

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Jensen was so furious his veins nearly burst. He slammed his hand down on the table and stood up. “Wyatt, you’re full of shit. Do you even know what your mother’s status was? Just a housemaid, and you think she’s qualified to switch places with my mom? Who’s the legitimate heir and who’s the bastard? You think changing titles makes people forget the truth?”

“We let you be born, let you grow up, and you should be grateful to us! My mom was practically killed by you people. What gives you the right to step on her memory?”

Wyatt tilted his head, disdainful. “Your mom couldn’t even keep your dad’s belt buckled. She brought it on herself.”

Jensen froze, and when he realized what Wyatt had just said, he was so angry he nearly vomited blood.

Wyatt’s mother had originally been just a maid in the Powell family–Jackson’s old–man indulgence and a disgrace forced into existence.

Once Wyatt was born, both mother and son were completely rejected.

Jensen’s mother never once blamed Jackson for any of it. Instead, she poured her bitterness into bullying and tormenting Wyatt’s mother at every turn. Even when Wyatt’s mother tried to leave with her son, she was stopped. The Powell family couldn’t have their shameful secret out in public.

If Wyatt hadn’t clawed his way up and become indispensable to the Powell family, Jackson would’ve never suddenly had the bright idea to recognize him as part of the bloodline.

Jackson listened to Wyatt’s demand and said nothing at first.

After a moment, he said, “We can put your mother’s name into the family registry. We can also move her grave to lie beside mine.”

Jensen was stunned. “Dad, if you move her grave there, then where does my mother get buried?”

The old man glared at him with clear contempt, like he didn’t even understand why Jensen was still talking.

Jensen didn’t dare argue. He glared at Wyatt instead, eyes filled with hatred–he looked ready to kill him.

Wyatt glanced from the old man to Jensen, mocking. “See how cheap your mom’s position is? Schemed her whole life, and in the end, one word from him erased everything.”

Jensen’s heart filled with bitterness. He turned to look at the old man with rising resentment.

How could he not hate this? How could he possibly accept it?

If the old man could cast his mother aside today, it could be him tomorrow–or Paul.

At the end of the day, all the old man ever cared about was profit.

Jensen was seething with resentment. The old man didn’t respond to Wyatt but stared coldly and asked, “Are you signing or

not?”

“Everything. I’m dissatisfied with everything,” Wyatt said, arrogant as ever. “You think you’re some priceless gem? Getting buried next to you would be an insult to my mother. And you’re trying to pass it off like it’s some kind of reward?”

Jensen’s eyes turned bloodshot. He was on the verge of tears from the insult.

He was already over forty, had carried the title of heir for decades, but had spent all those years acting as the crown prince under the old man’s iron rule. On the surface, he had prestige. In reality, he’d been living in humiliation. And now, he’d

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