Chapter 1490:

    Logically, it was impossible for a six-year-old to forcefully push an adult woman down the stairs.

    Despite this, Dewey turned a deaf ear to Corrine’s desperate exnations and conducted no investigation, choosing instead to wholly me her while she continually professed her innocence.

    He had beaten her mercilessly and then ordered the servants to strip her down to a thin nightgown and force her to kneel in the freezing snow without food or warmth until she confessed.

    Had her grandfather and uncles not intervened in time, Corrine likely would not have survived that harsh winter day eighteen years ago.

    Despite years of neglect, Dewey now audaciously imed a paternal bond.

    Eighteen years ago, he had definitively severed their father-daughter ties, proiming that Corrine was no longer a member of the Hond family.

    Now, he brazenly imed she had been a parasite on the family, despite Corrine having been estranged from them for many years. Dewey’s audacity was truly boundless.

    Dewey red at Corrine, his bloodshot eyes burning with such intensity it seemed he might lunge forward and snap her neck at any moment.

    Corrine adjusted the earring on her lobe. “What?” she asked, her voice dripping with indifference. “Did you honestly believe dragging me here would magically solve all your problems?”

    Dewey remained silent, his gaze dark and fixed on her.

    A light, mocking chuckle escaped Corrine’s lips. “If not for my mother’s influence, do you really think the Hond family would have survived all these years unscathed?”

    Color flushed Dewey’s face, his chest heaving violently as he clenched his jaw. “You little monster! What sin did Imit in my past life to deserve crossing paths with you and your mother?”

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    Corrine replied coolly, “I often wonder what my mother did to deserve meeting you.”

    Her gaze swept over him with cial detachment.

    Years of neglect had long since extinguished any family affection she might have harbored, leaving her with little patience for this man who imed to be her biological father.

    Especially now, witnessing Dewey’s audacity as he attempted to assert paternal authority, she felt nothing but disdain swelling within her chest.

    After their years apart, Dewey had foolishly hoped that Corrine’s rebellious spirit might have softened with time. Instead, to his dismay, it had only grown more untamed and dangerous.

    His eyes narrowed to venomous slits, hands balling into white-knuckled fists at his sides. Finally, unable to contain his rage, he shouted at the ck-suited men positioned behind Corrine. “What are you idiots standing there for? Tie her up!”

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    Message from Noah: Have a nice week dear ones. God loves you and Noah wishes you all the best. (? ?? ? – ? ) ?

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