Chapter 124:
Makenna’s POV:
“Makenna, the Dunn family has raised you for years. How can you show such ingratitude to your parents?” Irene’s voice trembled as if I had committed some unforgivable sin.
“You’ve never truly accepted me as one of the Dunns. Any sense of debt I might have felt was repaid the day you cast me aside.”
My tone remained steady. The bond between us had frayed long ago, leaving nothing behind. Her words held no power over me.
“Do you really want to go against my family?” My father’s face twisted into a scowl, a stark contrast to the loving facade he had shown earlier.
I let out a bitter laugh. “Yes, I do. I’ve cut ties with all of you. The Dunn family is your family, not mine. Not anymore.”
“Well done, Makenna Dunn!” His voice dripped with venom. “You will regret this, mark my words.”
He turned on his heel and stormed off, his footsteps echoing with finality.
Irene watched him leave, then turned to me with a sigh, her expression a poor imitation of concern. “You should think twice about making your father angry,” she coaxed, her voice dripping with false kindness.
Without waiting for my response, she hurried after my father, her loyalty as unyielding as her pretense of care.
I stood there watching them leave, a storm of disappointment and anger churning inside me.
Before I came here, I didn’t expect them to be audacious enough to make such a request after discarding me like yesterday’s news. The sheer nerve of it all made my blood boil.
The thought of ruining the wedding crossed my mind, an enticing idea in the face of their hypocrisy.
My chest heaved with fury, my fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white. But I forced myself to calm down.
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I was still too weak, too powerless to take them on directly.
Revenge would have to wait until I had the strength to truly make them pay.
And then there were my mother’s belongings…
My father’s earlier threat echoed in my mind, fueling my anger.
I would get my mother’s things back, no matter what it took.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to cool down and returned to the banquet hall. I found a random seat, my appetite gone, though the table was laden with food. I picked at it absently; my only wish was to leave this place behind.
A waiter passed me a glass of wine, which I accepted without drinking. I set the goblet down, my mind elsewhere.
Jessica approached, clinging to Frank’s arm, offering toasts to the guests at each table as they made their way around the room.
The sight of them turned my stomach. I averted my gaze in disgust.
But soon, a hand adorned with a diamond ring tapped lightly on the table in front of me. A sickly voice followed. “My dear sister.”
I looked up, my expression icy. Jessica’s eyes gleamed with provocation despite her gentle smile.
She raised her glass to me, the sweetness in her smile betraying an underlying malice.
I stayed seated, my gaze locked with hers, but made no move to respond.
The air between us grew thick with tension, both Jessica and Frank looking at me, the moment stretching on in awkward silence.
After a few heavy seconds, Jessica leaned in, her voice a whisper laced with venom. “Makenna, do you not care about your mother’s belongings?”
My heart sank, her words striking a chord deep within me. I fixed her with a glare that could cut glass.
Jessica lifted her chin, undeterred, her eyes daring me to defy her. I knew she would destroy my mother’s things if I didn’t give her what she wanted.
Gritting my teeth, I stood up, clinking my glass against hers with a cold detachment before downing the wine in one swift motion.
Jessica’s smile widened, a look of satisfaction spreading across her face.
Frank, however, cast a dark look between me and the goblet, his silence a stark contrast to Jessica’s gloating. He took her hand and continued to toast the guests, leaving me to stew in my anger.
