Clarissa made her way downstairs to find Raymond sipping on some coffee.
“What is it?” asked Clarissa coldly.
Raymond looked at her, his expression thoughtful.
Ever since he brought Clarissa back, his relationship with her had been rocky.
He could not treat her like he did with Wyatt or Wilbur.
After all, Clarissa was his daughter. He couldn't possibly treat her like she was his son.
“How are you and Charles getting along?” he asked.
“Hold it right there!” Clarissa was displeased. “I only like him as a brother. I'd suggest that you stop your meddling.”
“I'm thinking about your future,” Raymond said solemnly. “I raised Charles myself. I have full confidence in his character. If you are with him, you won't encounter any issues in the future.”
Of this, he was very certain.
Clarissa was furious. “Listen here, old man. I don't like Charles that way. He is like a brother to me. If you even think of arranging our marriage, I'll do what mom did. Maybe you'd be happy seeing me dead!”
“You insolent brat!” Raymond slammed his fist on the table. “I'm your father! How can you speak to me like this?”
“Why can't I?” retorted Clarissa angrily. “I have a better idea. Why don't you just kick me out? Let me live as the outcast I once was! See if I even care!”
Raymond's face was contorted with
fury.
Clarissa clicked her tongue, clearly annoyed.
“Is something the matter?” Charles had heard the commotion and hurried over. “What are you two arguing about, Godfather?”
“You're back,” said Raymond kindly.
“It's nothing.”
Clarissa turned on her heel and ran outside.
Feeling rather helpless, Raymond muttered, “That child hates me, Charles. Please help me persuade her.
Don't let her get too angry at me.”
Charles nodded.
He then turned around and went to look for Clarissa.
Charles soon spotted her under a tree, her eyes wet with tears.
He squatted down next to her and asked, “Why are you crying?”
Clarissa cleared her throat. “It's nothing. Just sand in my eyes, that's all.”
Charles chuckled. “What happened?” “He wants to matchmake us. I hate it when he’s like this! He won't listen to reason no matter how I explain it to him!” hissed Clarissa in anger.
Charles said coldly, “Did you know that your brothers are fighting a ferocious battle?”
“Of course I do,” said Clarissa faintly. “Wilbur has been trying to win me over. But you also know that Wyatt has been kind to me, so I hope that they'll stop fighting. I'm well aware of what Blissful Sect demands. There has to be a fight to the death. But is there any way to stop them at all, Charles?”
Charles shook his head lightly. “Sorry.
I’m out of ideas.’
Clarissa sighed. “I'm out of ideas myself. Wilbur is my biological brother. My mother left the household because my father cheated on her. She then gave birth to me away from the family. After Wilbur found me, he was very affectionate toward me. However, I got to know Wyatt, who also treated me well. He'd also gotten injured on my behalf. My head's about to explode thinking of what to do. I'm in a proper mess.”
Charles looked at her solemnly. “Don't worry. I'm sure there are other ways.”
“If only Kate were here. I'm sure she'd have thought of something by now.' Clarissa looked up to Kathleen and liked her very much.
Charles smiled lightly. “Don't worry. I will try my best to stop them.”
Clarissa could only nod and hoped for the best.
Back at Jadeborough, Kathleen was busy filming on set.
When she was done, she decided to sit and take a break.
Just then, Caleb came over. “You asked for me?”
Kathleen nodded in response. “Caleb, let's get married.”
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