Chapter 213 Chapter 213: Eric's anger flared up immediately. His pride was wounded not because Khloe was targeting Sloane, but because her words were an insult to his own honor. After all, Sloane was his fiancée. "Khloe, don't push it!" But before Eric could finish, Morris banged his fist on the table, his gaze like a sharp blade. "Eric, do you really think you can interrupt when Khloe is speaking? If you want to join Layla in being cast out of the family, go ahead and say it!" Eric was so shaken by Morris' scolding that he began to tremble, his face draining of color. He opened his mouth as if to respond, but no words cout, and a sheen of sweat quickly formed on his forehead. He had already shamed himself at Zhecrora University, and if Morris expelled him now, his chances of ever becoming the heir would be gone for good.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRegaining his composure, Eric lowered his head and spoke earnestly. “Grandpa, I was wrong. I should have controlled my actions. Please forgive me." Morris furrowed his brow, silent for a moment.
In his anxiety, Eric turned to Khloe, his voice soft. "Khloe, I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way. Please show smercy and don't hold it against me." As he apologized, Sloane felt her hopes drain away. She looked at Khloe, shaking with uncertainty, and asked hesitantly, “Khloe, what do you mean by that?" A cold, knowing smile spread across Khloe's lips. “Just stand there and serve us." Sloane's face burned with humiliation. She never expected Khloe to make such an audacious demand, treating her no better than a servant. But she didn't dare defy Khloe or walk away, knowing that leaving would destroy her chances of marrying into the Watson family. After a brief internal battle, Sloane bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, and silently began serving food to everyone.
With every dish she placed on the table, she felt her self-respect slip away. Her heart simmered with resentment, but she kept her emotions buried deep inside. Meanwhile, Khloe observed Sloane, her gaze cold and devoid of any sympathy.
The torment she had faced in prison had been far more brutal. If it weren't for her medical expertise and unwavering resilience, she wouldn't have made it out alive. Now free, Khloe was resolute in her thirst for vengeance against all those who had wronged her-Sloane, Lorraine, the entire Evans family, and Eric. She vowed to show no mercy to anyone who had hurt her.
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After the meal, as the group lounged and chatted leisurely, Sloane stayed by Eric's side, swallowing her humiliation. She wasn't even allowed to sit, forced to remain standing like a servant.
Just then, Hurst approached with measured steps and said, "Sir, it's tfor your medicine." Morris gave a slight nod and added, "Oh, and didn't Khloe prepare something special for me? She mentioned it would be beneficial for my health. Go fetch it.”
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