Leilani stopped and looked back at her mother. Her eyes were calm to the point of indifference.
"Mrs. Sloan, if you love her so much, why did you bother acknowledging me? You should have just kept her as your only daughter. It would save her from having to act out this 'sisterly love' routine in front of me all day. And she wouldn't have to live in fear, putting on shows to maintain her status as the fake heiress."
Leilani didn't even want to call Zadie and Hackett 'Mom' and 'Dad.' In her eyes, neither of this couple deserved the title.
Bringing this up caused Zadie's face to change drastically. "You!"
Leilani's words struck a nerve. Zadie was filled with regret. How could she not want to do exactly what Leilani said? But Leilani was her own flesh and blood, carried for ten months. It was only maternal instinct that made her want to acknowledge Leilani.
If not for her, Leilani would still be a village girl. Now, not only was Leilani ungrateful, but she was difficult in every way. Giving birth to her was truly a mistake—she should have just given birth to a stone instead!
"Enough!" Hackett's face was dark. "Leilani, do you have any respect for this family?"
Leilani pulled at the corner of her mouth, her eyes devoid of warmth. "Family? A family that forces me to marry a scumbag?"
Hackett laughed in extreme anger, thinking Leilani was short-sighted and arrogant. "What's wrong with the Lamberts? No matter what Padgett is like, he's better than your current disrespectful attitude!"
Leilani was too lazy to argue further and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Tamara bit her lip and suddenly spoke up timidly. "Leilani... do you... still like Milford?"
The air in the living room solidified instantly.
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