Chapter 3457
Clive remained silent, rising to pour a glass of warm water for Clarissa. He set the cup before her and asked in a low voice, “Will you dare to drink the water I’ve poured for you?”
Clarissa looked up at Clive, jealousy igniting in her heart. Why were other people’s sons always so exceptional? Her three sons could never measure up. Although she preferred daughters over sons, she had invested considerable time and effort into raising her boys. Yet, they ultimately depended on the Farrell family for their livelihood.
Every time they attempted to start a business, they faced losses and frequently asked Clarissa to bail them out as their mother.
Clarissa averted her gaze and replied calmly, “I don’t drink plain water; it lacks flavor. You two should call me grandma twice so I can hear it.”
“Have you considered whether you deserve to be called our grandma? If the elders are unkind and disrespectful, the younger generation will mirror that disrespect,” Clive remarked as he settled back into his seat.
His words visibly displeased Clarissa. She did not see these younger individuals as family; in her eyes, they were adversaries. She often wished she could erase them from existence.
Liberty spoke with a steady tone, “We all know each other well enough that there’s no need to feign familial ties. Even if we were truly related, you do not regard us as family; you wish to eliminate us.”
Even when Clarissa visited Wiltspoon, she did not treat Liberty’s aunt, Audrey, as a relative, despite Audrey being Clarissa’s niece. Clarissa’s arrogance towards the younger generation was even more pronounced. With the relationship on the verge of collapse, there was no reason to maintain pretenses.
If Clarissa truly valued family, she would not have harmed her own sisters decades ago. Had it not been for her ruthless actions, Serenity and Liberty would not have endured ten years of hardship.
“To us, you…
“You are not an elder; you are an enemy,” Liberty emphasized the word “enemy.”
Clarissa replied coldly, “You are all descendants of my eldest sister. She was very particular. If she knew her descendants were of such low quality and disrespected their elders, she would never find peace.”
Liberty shot back, “My grandma never knew us, nor did she raise us. Our upbringing had nothing to do with her. But you were raised by my grandma. She was particular, yet she taught you to be heartless and ungrateful. My grandma was your eldest sister, making her an elder. Did you ever respect her? Do you even know how my grandparents died? Or how my great-grandparents died? You have no idea, do you?”
Clarissa had been responsible for the deaths of her grandparents’ family, forcing her aunt Audrey and mother Harlow to flee at a young age, ultimately ending up in an orphanage.
Her mother’s tragic fate was a result of the callous, ungrateful, and cruel woman standing before her.
Liberty glared at Clarissa, her eyes filled with hatred.
Did Clarissa seek respect?
Ha! She could dream on!
When enemies confront each other, jealousy runs deep. Who would ever respect their enemy?
Clarissa fell silent.
If anyone else had accused her of killing her sisters, she would have slapped them and threatened to sue for defamation. But in front of Liberty and the others, she lacked the confidence to respond.