Chapter 698:
Felicia was her grandmother by blood, but their relationship was far from close. Felicia despised her. Elyse had once hoped to connect with Felicia, but seeing the disgust on her grandmother’s face, she realized it was futile.
After a moment, Elyse asked, with a touch of unnoticeable anticipation, “Do you really believe Thea? Do you think I ruined her connections with the Bentley family, or is she lying?”
Thea smiled slightly, her eyes mocking Elyse. Having been with Felicia since childhood, Felicia naturally believed Thea.
Thea inwardly cursed Elyse for her audacity. Felicia’s attitude toward Elyse had always been consistent; as the daughter of Felicia’s most despised son, Elyse was scorned by association.
Felicia’s authoritative voice rang out. “Why should I believe you over Thea? I raised Thea; I know her character.”
Elyse, anticipating this, remained calm. “So, why did you call me here?”
Felicia replied immediately, “You have no manners. Your casual attitude has been annoying since we met.”
She turned to a maid. “Lock her in the guest room. I will teach her manners.”
Thea barely concealed her delight. Felicia had countless ways to subdue people, and confining Elyse was a clear indication of her intent to slowly break her. Thea triumphantly mouthed to Elyse, “You’re finished.”
Elyse’s face darkened, realizing Felicia’s intent to punish her gradually. Her grandmother’s methods were ruthless. However, Elyse refused to stay.
“I won’t stay here. This isn’t my home. I’m leaving,” she declared.
Thea provoked her. “Nice try, but didn’t you return for inheritance and shares? Don’t pretend.”
Elyse retorted, “You want the shares and resources, not me. I never wanted anything from the Benson family. I came to see Grandma.”
Thea laughed scornfully. “Who would believe that? Obey Felicia. You’ve done wrong, and she’s giving you a chance. Appreciate it.”
Elyse frowned and addressed Felicia, “I know you dislike me, but I never planned to take anything. I came to visit you. I will leave when the time comes.”
Felicia ignored her, pointing to Elyse’s violin. “Take her violin. I don’t want to see it. It displeases me.”
The maid nodded and approached Elyse, reaching for the violin case. Elyse clutched it tightly. “I’ve told you, this isn’t my home! What more do you want?” . . .