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Regret 163 Chapter 163 Mrs Rayburn burst into the room, hurting the doll in her hand straight at lise and her daughter "Auntie Charlotte grabbed Wire Reyburn's arm, trying to hold her back "Ugh! Wicked women, wicked worner! Mrs. Rayburn shrieked finging another plush toy Genevieve and her mother stumbled backward as the barrage continued Finally, Genevieve snapped, her patience gone. "You crazy old bat-are you insane?" "Genevieve, show srespect for my mother," Wesley's normally gentle tone turned frosty, an unmistakable edge beneath his words. "Don't think just because you're the Howard family heiress I won't deal with you." Mother Genevieve's face went pale. "She... she's Mrs. Rayburn?" It was lise's first tmeeting the infamous Mrs. Rayburn, and she was genuinely taken aback. Despite being nearly fifty, the woman was still breathtaking-a beauty untouched by time, her features elegant and striking Rumor had it that Mrs. Rayburn wasn't right in the head, but even so, she was the only woman Sean Rayburn had ever loved.

Years ago, there'd been a scandal in Eldermere: swealthy socialite, thinking Mrs. Rayburn was just a pretty fool, had tried to take advantage of her. The very next day, that man disappeared-vanished without a trace. In the city's upper circles, no one dared disrespect Mrs. Rayburn, no matter what they whispered about her mental state. Her husband adored her, her son cherished her, and even the Rayburn grandparents never showed a hint of disdain.

lise had always thought the gossip was exaggerated. Seeing Mrs. Rayburn now, she fmally believed #1 "Mirs Playtur, i think you've misunderstood us. Genevieve and I mean no harm." lise put on her warmest smile hoping to bridge the distance But before she could even take a step forward, Mrs. Rayburn snatched up another soy and hurled it at her. "Stay away from me! Wicked woman! You dare bully my daughter? I don't like your 576 14 43 98 Chapter 163 "Auntie, it's alright-let's not throw things anymore," Charlotte soothed gently, only stepping in after Mrs. Rayburn's armful of toys was depleted.

It wasn't that Charlotte felt sorry for the Howards. She just didn't want Mrs. Rayburn to pick up such a bad habit- kids copied everything adults did.

After being calmed down by Charlotte, Mrs. Rayburn immediately clung to her. "Sweetheart, I don't like them! Make them leave, please!" Ilse frowned but swallowed her anger, her tone forcedly polite. "I apologize. We're intruding-perhaps another day would be better for a visit." "Mom..." Genevieve was reluctant to leave, but the glare Ilse shot her left no room for argument. She pouted, wanting to protest, but couldn't. All she could do was bleverything on Charlotte.

Once the two women had left, Wesley and Charlotte walked Mrs. Rayburn back to her room. Charlotte glanced at her watch-it was already two o'clock. "Mr. Rayburn, I need to get back the hospital." "I'll drive you," Wesley offered.

"What about your mother-" "Wesley, you'd better not bully my daughter!" Mrs. Rayburn had somehow slipped up behind him and rapped him on the head.

Charlotte couldn't help but laugh.

Wesley looked exasperated. "Mom, do I look like that kind of person?" Mrs. Rayburn sniffed, then took Charlotte's hand, her reluctance plain on her face. "Will you cback, sweetheart?" Something about her fragile hopefulness tugged at Charlotte's heart. She squeezed Mrs. Rayburn's hand and smiled softly. "If you miss me, just givea call. I'll cright away." Mrs. Rayburn's eyes sparkled with delight.

She understood Charlotte.

Wesley watched them, thoughtful.

Genevieve stormed back to the Howard family home, too furious to keep it in. She started smashing things in the living room, sending vases and picture frames 14.44.

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When Ilse walked in and saw the wreckage, her face hardened. She strode over voice cold Breaking things isn't going to make Wesley think any better of you. How did I end up with such a foolish daughter?" "Mom! I'm your daughter-how can you talk tolike that?" Genevieve had been spoiled all her life; she'd never allowed anyone to contradict her, let alone be scolded by her own mother.

Ilse settled on the sofa with a sigh. "If you weren't my daughter, I wouldn't even bother. Do you really think the Rayburn family doesn't have any other options besides you?" "I've told you to rein in your temper, have you ever listened? Just because you're a Howard doesn't mean you can do whatever you like. Look around-who spoils you except us?"

Genevieve was struck dumb. After a moment, she bit her lip and sat beside her mother, ber voice small.

"I'm sorry, Mom just... I just can't accept it. Charlotte-she's just a nobody. Why does she get everything?"

"Because she's more sensible than you, smarter than you. Your grandmother's favored her foryears-are you really that oblivious?" Ilse's words brought tears to Genevieve's eyes. She didn't understand. She was the Howard family's true heiress. Why did her grandmother always prefer Charlotte, an outsider? Seeing Genevieve's silence, Ilse softened a little, reaching out to gently stroke her hair. "Genevieve, I only want what's best for you. If you really want to marry Mr. Rayburn, you have to listen to me." "Otherwise you'll always live in Evander's shadow, and let Adelaide mock us." Genevieve pressed her lips together. "I understand." "Don't worry. No matter what it takes, I'll make sure he has no choice but to acknowledge you," Ilse promised, squeezing her daughter's hand as a plan began to take shape in her mind.

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