Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398 Meeting Maeve For The First Time

Instinctively, Mandy took a step back.

She maintained eye contact with Clinton, and a sense of unfamiliarity and indifference filled the space between them.

Truth be told, Mandy had doubts about whether to go through with taking that potion.

Her biggest worry was that Maeve might harm her father and brother once she was no longer bound by her. But now….

It had been quite some time since Mandy last visited her father, and this marked her first time seeing him after she had the chip removed from her body.

But boy, did Mandy get a shock from her father’s revelation, “If it wasn’t for Maeve telling me to spare your life, I would have ended you a long time ago!”

Mandy found herself baffled by this strange situation. Was she not her father’s biological daughter? Could Maeve be his true child and not her? How could a father treat his own flesh and. blood with such cruelty?

She forced a bitter smile. “Your heartlessness only confirms my choice to have the chip removed from my body.”

Apart from her mother’s belongings, there was nothing in this house worth holding onto- nothing at all. She took a deep breath. “Clinton, I’m done with you. I never want to see your face again. Get out of my way; I just want to get to my room to retrieve my personal belongings.”

Clinton shot Cherise a cold, raised eyebrow look. “The Wool family has invested so much and time in you, and you’re just walking away?”

“Who do you think you are?”

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Cherise narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists, positioning herself in front of Mandy. “She’s a person, not a possession. At nineteen, she has every right to decide how she wants to live.”

“Very well, then…”

Clap, clap, clap.

The study door creaked open, revealing a woman in a red dress seated in a wheelchair with her back facing Cherise.

“Oh, the wisdom! Who would have thought Cherry, my sister-in-law, is such a brilliant and cloquent mind?”

“She’s a person, not a possession. At nineteen, she has every right to decide how she wants to live her life. The woman in the wheelchair repeated, her voice taking on an eerie, hoarse quality as