Chapter 650

Part 1

Jeffrey was furious, not because of Daisy's drunken habit, but because she had offended Tiffany.

“You ingrate!” he roared. “Tiffany helped you, yet you blamed her for everything? Go to her house tomorrow and apologize. If she doesn't forgive you, keep begging until she does!”

Daisy covered her mouth in disbelief. “Dad? Why? I’m the one who’s hurt. Why should I apologize to her?”

“Do you know how influential she is? Even I can't offend her, let alone you!”

The Zhao family’s business thrived thanks to Tiffany’s family. Jeffrey was grateful, but greedy. He knew his path to success was long, so he’d do anything to climb higher. His current goal was currying favor with the Hampton family, led by Richard, who could single-handedly shake the global economy.

Clinging to Richard Hampton wasn't easy, but Tiffany offered a chance—a golden opportunity he wouldn't let slip.

“I’ll take you to her tomorrow, like it or not,” Jeffrey roared. “Be sincere. Do you hear me?” He raised his hand threateningly.

Afraid of another beating, Daisy sniffled and nodded. “Yes, Dad.”

Molly sighed in relief. This was the outcome she'd wanted for Daisy. But in the car, she heard their father pat Daisy’s shoulder and say, “Calm down. I never meant to slap you.”

“But you did!” Daisy sobbed.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry for slapping you too hard. But think about our family. We’ve just entered upper-class circles; our foundation is unstable. If we rise further, the Kelleys won’t bother us.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Daisy turned away angrily.

Jeffrey comforted her again. “Don’t you hate Tiffany? She’ll fear you eventually. And when we’re prosperous, perhaps I can let you sit on the family throne.” His voice softened.

Daisy’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Of course.”

“Alright, Dad. I’ll listen to you!” Daisy stopped crying, a sincere smile replacing her fury.

Jeffrey and Daisy exchanged knowing smiles. The atmosphere warmed, as if their desires had become reality.

Molly felt a chill run down her spine. Since childhood, everyone claimed her parents favored their eldest daughter, praising her sensibility and kindness. Molly knew it was a lie; Daisy was the true favorite.

Part 2

Daisy, a master of tantrums and whining, always received comforting coddling after any discipline. Molly was heartbroken, however, because this latest incident was serious: Daisy nearly caused her to be molested by five men, and Jeffrey dismissed it casually. Worse, he conspired with Daisy to covet those they shouldn't.

A chill spread through Molly. She tugged at Jeffrey’s sleeve. “Dad, Daisy almost got me raped today,” she said heavily, terrified even to mention it.

Jeffrey glanced at her disapprovingly. “Aren’t you fine now? And Daisy is your sister!”

“Sister?” Molly raged. “She’s not! I don’t have a despicable sister like her!”

Daisy's childishness had worn Molly down. This argument only earned her a slap from Jeffrey. “If you spout nonsense, I’ll smash your mouth!” he snarled.

The slap stung. Molly couldn't win against her father. From the corner of her eye, she saw Daisy gloating.

"No, I don't deserve this," Molly muttered, then calmly said, “Stop the car!”

The driver hesitated, but Molly repeated her command. He sped up, but Jeffrey, his authority challenged, shouted, “Stop! Let her leave. This kid needs a lesson.”

“Sir, it’s late. It’s unsafe for her to go home alone,” the driver warned.

“Do I have to repeat myself?”

The car stopped. Molly got out without looking back. The car sped away, leaving her alone on the empty midnight street. Leaving the car out of spite, she realized she was expendable.

Tears streamed down her face. She noticed her disheveled clothes—torn by the men in the alley.

She sat on a bench, trying to contact someone, but hesitated before calling Tiffany. She’d troubled her enough, and Tiffany was likely asleep. As she scrolled through her phone, she smelled a stench. A homeless man, carrying a burlap bag, approached.

“Ah!” Molly screamed, jumping away.

The homeless man waved his hands, protesting his innocence, but Molly remained terrified. No one was around to help. She regretted her outburst. They remained in a tense stalemate for a while, until the man threw down his bag and removed his coat.

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