Chapter 3846
Once Shiloh accepted that the rumors were true, fear began to creep in—the fear of losing everything she had ever known. At that time, Clarissa remained deeply attached to Shiloh and could not bear the thought of sending her back to her biological parents to live a lesser life. Therefore, she kept Shiloh close, but this came with consequences; Shiloh was no longer viewed as the successor of the Farrell family.
Everything Shiloh possessed was thanks to the Farrells. If any legal disputes arose, the Farrell family would likely emerge victorious, securing a greater portion of the estate.
Kathryn sighed. “People will do anything for money.” Money tends to reveal a person’s true nature, often exposing the worst aspects of humanity.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Kathryn turned to Pedro. “Wait for me here. Don’t come in.”
Pedro nodded and stood outside the ward as Kathryn walked down the hallway, steadying her breath before stepping inside with a bouquet. The moment she entered, she overheard her father, Holden, complaining to the staff about her coldness and Clarissa’s favoritism.
“Clarissa had it coming,” Holden muttered, bitterness evident in his words. “She should have died years ago. If she had, Shiloh would have taken over the Farrell family, and I’d have received everything I deserved. Shiloh would have looked after me, giving me money whenever I wanted, and Kathryn wouldn’t even matter.”
One of the caretakers, fed up with his rants, finally spoke up. “Mr. Janzen, Miss Farrell is your daughter. Ma’am Farrell did plenty for you while she was alive. You betrayed her trust, and now you expect to inherit her wealth?”
The caretaker’s voice grew sharper. “The world doesn’t work like that. You blame Miss Farrell for being distant, but what kind of father have you been to her?”
“How good of a father have you really been to her?” The servant couldn’t help but wonder why Clarissa hadn’t completely cut Holden out of her life. He was fortunate to still be alive and well cared for, yet he had the audacity to complain. The Farrell estate was never his to begin with.
“If it weren’t for Miss Farrell covering your medical bills and arranging your care, do you think the young masters would step in? You’d be left with nothing,” the servant continued, her tone sharp. Her message was unmistakable: Holden should feel gratitude, not resentment.
“Miss Farrell still possesses a sense of duty as a daughter. If she were as heartless as you claim, she wouldn’t even be here,” the servant added. “She wouldn’t spare you a thought if you were dying.”
Holden’s face flushed with anger. “I am a tiger brought low, now bullied by a dog. Even you, a servant, dare to talk back to me?”
The servant didn’t hesitate. “Since when have you ever been a tiger, Mr. Janzen?”
Holden was rendered speechless. For decades, he had lived in the shadow of the Farrell family, unable to raise his voice or stand tall, always reliant on Clarissa’s favor. He even went out of his way to appease the servants she trusted, fearful they would speak ill of him to her.
Hearing familiar footsteps, the servant turned to see Kathryn entering the room. She stood tall and greeted her respectfully. “Miss.”
Holden flinched. Kathryn was here—and she likely heard everything. A wave of anxiety washed over him, but he steeled himself. After all, he was her father. So what if she had overheard? It wasn’t as if she could…