NovelXXXChapter 428 Monica stared at Hilda in disbelief. "What? You want to leave now?" "Now," Hilda repeated, her tone brooking no argument.
Monica felt a crushing pressure settle over her. She had no choice but to get up and follow.
It wasn't until they'd paid the bill and stepped outside that Monica finally voiced her frustration. "Aunt Hilda, why didn't you push a little harder? If we just insisted, maybe Citrine would have agreed to the paternity test." Her disappointment was obvious.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHilda's face returned to its usual icy composure as she looked at Monica.
"Foolish," she said coldly.
"She already did the test. Before we ever got involved, she knew exactly who she was." "She denied being my daughter just now, but refused to take another test with me. That alone tells you she's hiding something. And when the test cup, did you notice her expression? It changed, just for a second. From the start, she's been too calm-like she's in complete control." Hilda's voice was resolute. "All of this proves one thing: she knows everything. But she doesn't want to acknowledge me." A flicker of sadness passed through Hilda's eyes.
When they got back, Hilda drove straight to the Glenwood estate.
Talbot was out by the pond, fishing. When he saw Hilda approach, he lazily handed his rod to a waiting staff member.
He gave her a slow, knowing smile. "Well, well, President Saunders. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Hilda ignored the pleasantries. "Talbot, I heard you've been meddling with Citrine Carmichael." Talbot's expression changed instantly. "How do you know about that? Wait-you actually know her?" Hilda hesitated, thinking of her daughter who still refused to acknowledge her. After a moment, she said flatly, "She's under my protection. You're not to touch her." Talbot let out a mirthless laugh. "Your protection? Since when does President Saunders have ties to the Carmichaels? They only moved here from Havencrest last year." Hilda's patience was wearing thin; her voice turned colder. "That's none of your business. Just stay away from Citrine. That's all you need to know." Talbot was annoyed. He couldn't fathom why anyone would care so much about Citrine. In his mind, she was just a small-town nobody-certainly not worth the trouble.
He fell silent for a moment, then muttered, "You know my daughter needs a compatible blood donor. Citrine's a perfect match. What if I decide to go through with it anyway?" "Don't you dare." Hilda's eyes flashed with lethal intent.
Talbot didn't miss the warning in her gaze. He scoffed. "You really are protective, President Saunders. I don't get it. Citrine Carmichael-scountry bumpkin from Havencrest-what's she got on you that's worth all this trouble?" "Shut your mouth." Hilda's face darkened, her stare icy enough to freeze the air.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer voice was so cold it burned. "Talbot, from this moment on, C. Corp is cutting all business ties with the Glenwood family. We're done." Talbot stared at her in shock, springing from his chair. He jabbed a trembling finger at her, shouting, "Are you insane, Hilda? Our families have worked together for a decade! We've both profited. And now you're wifting to throw it all away for slittle brat?" Hilda smiled, unfazed. "That's right." Anyone who tried to hurt her daughter would have her to deal with.
She'd risk everything-even her own life-before she let anyone lay a hand on her child.
Hilda fixed Talbot with a glare that could have cut glass. "Listen to me, Ο ΠΤ Talbot. If you so much as touch Citrine Carmichael, I'll drag your entire family straight to hell with me-even if it's the last thing I do."
Hilda had a reputation in Crestwood for being ruthless-utterly fearless and dangerously unpredictablecthem Glenwoods might not fear the Saunders family, but no one wanted to cross a mad dog with nothing to lose. "Fine, fine, Hilda. You win," Talbot snarled, his face dark with rage. He lashed out, kicking the table in front of him so hard it crashed across the patio.
Hilda didn't flinch. With a final huff, she turned to leave, calling over her shoulder, "President Glenwood, you're sixty-five this year, aren't you? Might want to keep that temper in check. Wouldn't want to give yourself a heart attack." As she strode away, Talbot exploded with fury.
"That spiteful woman-Hilda, you wretched witch! Someday, I swear I'll see you dead!" His curses echoed angrily through the entire estate.
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