Chapter 3848
Holden’s frustration boiled over. “Kathryn, where is your pride? That’s our home—how can you just hand it over and submit? If your mother knew, she’d be turning in her grave!”
Kathryn calmly took another bite of her apple. “It was never truly mine, Dad. Before Mom passed, she recognized her mistakes and wanted to reconcile with Auntie. Everything she took—the family estate, the mansion, the properties—was meant to return to Auntie’s side of the family. I’m honoring her wishes. That’s what it means to be a good daughter.”
Holden’s expression darkened. “Your mother never said anything like that before she died! There’s no way she wanted you to give everything away. Don’t try to pull one over on me.”
“Dad,” Kathryn replied sharply, “you weren’t even there when she passed. How could you possibly know what she said? Everything Mom left me is mine, and I’ll manage it as I see fit. You don’t need to worry about it. Just focus on healing. If you want to stay here, fine—spend the New Year in the hospital. Otherwise, I’ll arrange a ride to take you back to your hometown to recover.”
Holden’s eyes blazed with anger. “You’re trying to get rid of me, aren’t you? Kathryn, you ungrateful daughter! I’m your father! Aren’t you afraid I’ll go public and expose your true colors?”
Kathryn smirked. “What do I have to fear, Dad? Even if you talk to the media, who’s going to believe you or care enough to help? This is a Farrell family matter. Let’s be honest—you didn’t raise me or show me an ounce of love when I returned. You’ve always been against me. The fact that I haven’t severed ties with you is already generous. Don’t think that just because I’m giving you some support…”
“Leeway—you can push your luck.”
Holden’s mouth dropped open, stunned. “Look,” Kathryn continued, her tone steady, “I’m still a decent person. Even though you never gave me the fatherly love I needed, I’m not going to abandon you. Once you’re back home, I’ll transfer money to your account every month for your living expenses.”
Holden’s eyes lit up with hope. “How much? Your mother held me back my entire life—I never had more than $500 in my pocket. I’m not asking for much, just $10,000 a day.”
Kathryn snorted. “Dad, $10,000 a day? You must be joking. I’ll send you $10,000 a month.”
The smile vanished from Holden’s face, replaced by anger. “$10,000 a month? Kathryn, are you serious? That’s like tossing change to a beggar. I’m your father—your real father! Your mother left you a fortune, and you think $10,000 is enough for me?”
Back when Clarissa was alive, Holden had at least $400 or $500 a day—far more than what Kathryn was offering now.
“Dad,” Kathryn said calmly, “$10,000 a month is more than enough back home. There are people working full-time who don’t even make that much. Besides, if you’re still unsatisfied, my three brothers can contribute too. If they each pitch in $10,000, that’s $40,000 a month. That should be more than enough for you to live comfortably.”