Henrick looked at Arielle instinctively as he had been very close to giving himself away with that last sentence. To his relief, Arielle had no reactions on her face. Since Arielle is my cash cow right now, it won't do me any good if she knows Shandie is my biological daughter.
In the meantime, Shandie could not believe that she would receive Henrick's disgust toward her in return for accusing Arielle.
Widening her eyes in disbelief, she uttered dumbfoundedly, “I'm telling you the truth, Dad...”
“Say that again if you dare!” Henrick smacked Shandie on her face after that rebuke.
As a result, that slap left a visible imprint on Shandie's face. She covered it while tears sprung to her eyes. “D-Dad? Why did you...”
Why does Dad choose to believe in a country bumpkin like Arielle instead of a daughter he raised? We're both his biological daughters!
“Don't call me Dad! I don't have a shameful daughter like you!” Henrick continued to berate Shandie.
Still, he felt exhausted because of the continuous outrage as his expression turned dull.
After taking a deep breath, he turned around and instructed the housekeeper, “Monitor her and deliver food to her every day. Do not allow her to leave her room. Anyone who neglects their duty by letting her leave will suffer severe consequences. Understood?”
“Y-Yes, Mr. Southall!” the housekeeper answered with a shudder.
Soon after that instruction, two tall and muscular bodyguards grabbed Shandie's shoulders.
“Please! No!” Shandie struggled to break free from the bodyguards with all her might and strength.
I'd rather stay in the monastery if he locks me up again. At least the monastery has a much bigger space for activity than the house. I will lose my freedom if this persists. No, no!
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