Chapter 933: Anger
Neither Ranita nor Chole expected Benedict to suddenly appear. Moreover, he overheard their argument.
“Dad…” Chole was more nervous. After all, for so many years, they had been pretending to get along in front of their parents at Bowman’s Mansion. Being suddenly discovered made Chole a bit flustered.
“I…” Chole wanted to explain but was interrupted by Benedict, his voice stern. “Chole, come with me to the study!”
Benedict had always been kind and loving to his children, rarely this serious. Such moments usually meant he was very angry.
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“Why are you looking at Ranita!” Benedict didn’t miss this detail. His heart was filled with unspeakable sadness; he never thought his daughters would be like this.
“Dad! It takes two to tango! Did you see the slap mark on my face? You only saw me being rude to her, but you didn’t see how hard she hit me!” Chole retorted indignantly. “Why only call me and let her off?”
In front of parents, everyone is a child. Chole felt extremely wronged.
“You’re biased!”
“Chole, watch your tone!” Benedict’s chest heaved with anger. “Come with me now!”
The study door closed.
“Chole, was it your idea for Ranita to leave Bowman’s Mansion back then?” They were all his children; Benedict didn’t want to be biased. But he felt guilty for the daughter who had been lost for years, and he genuinely loved Ranita.
Ranita had always been likable and smart. Benedict felt proud to have such a daughter.
But fate played tricks on them.
“Haha, she’s not a dog I raised to follow my commands! Besides, she’s not from Bowman’s Mansion; isn’t it normal for her to leave?” Chole no longer hid her emotions and spoke openly.
Benedict was furious.
“Chole! How can you talk about your sister like that! Ranita may not be Bowman’s Mansion’s child, but she grew up here just like you. She’s also your parents’ child.”
“Chole, I know you suffered all these years outside, but that was my fault, our fault as adults. It has nothing to do with Ranita! You shouldn’t put all your resentment on her.”
Hearing this, Chole smiled coldly.
“Dad, you’re still biased towards Ranita! Why can’t I resent her? She lived my happy life for fifteen years!” Chole’s expression twisted further. “Do you think I didn’t try to get along with her? But what about her? She took over my parents, my family, my happiness, and after I came back, she wanted to kill me.”
“I hate her! I don’t want to see her at Bowman’s Mansion at all!”
As Chole’s hysterical words fell, Benedict looked at her in shock.
When Chole returned to Bowman’s Mansion at fifteen, he had sought psychological counseling for her. The psychologist said she had accepted it well, so Benedict thought everything was fine.
Who would have thought Chole had bottled it up for so many years?
Benedict sighed. “Chole, I’ve said before that I treat you and Ranita the same. You’re both my daughters…”
“No! I don’t want that! I’m your biological daughter; why should it be the same? Why should a wild child share my parents and family?”