Semua Bab The Choices We Made: Bab 151 - Bab 160

After listening to what Channing had to say, Samantha almost laughed. Even now, he still thought she had come here to stir up trouble for Sydney when that wasn't why she had come. She had really come to end everything on good terms. Octavius's voice came. "Why are you still blaming Samantha? None of this would have happened if you could just control yourself. You've humiliated me completely!" Channing froze. He shot Samantha a resentful look."Grandpa, this really is a misunderstanding. Samantha has the wrong idea. The child was an accident. Sydney drugged me. "That day, she offered to put some medicine on my wound, but she mixed in an aphrodisiac. I haven't had anything to do with her since then. You can check my accounts if you don't believe me. I haven't transferred money to Sydney in the past several months even once. I've learned my lesson." "Could a woman have done this to you if you weren't so stupid?" Octavius barked. "What kind of life do you expect Sam to have now?

Samantha's eyes widened. For some reason, that sharp, steady voice felt familiar. Yet it wasn't a warm familiarity, more like a fear hidden deep inside her body. It made her body go stiff. Samantha had never seen this old woman before and had never heard that sharp voice. Was she really Finella McQueen, the aged matriarch of the city's most powerful family from twenty years ago? The old woman who had announced on the news that she was returning home to spend her final years? The McQueen family had become a local legend as the richest family in the city, so everyone knew of them. Their assets had grown exponentially before they eventually moved overseas. Finella's piercing gaze settled on Samantha. "You said your surname's Manning?" Samantha flinched at the sound. The complicated hostility in the old woman's eyes made it hard for her to breathe. Still, she answered. "Yes." Finella pointed at Samantha's nose and cursed at her, "That surname alone deserves a beating!"

Samantha stared at the cushion on the floor, then looked at Channing. He looked away, as if he was looking at a painting that had nothing to do with him. Samantha suddenly found the whole thing laughable. She had come for a divorce and to leave this absurd marriage cleanly. Now, she had to kneel to an old woman she had never met before the divorce was even settled? Why? Because her surname before marriage was Manning? Holding the armrest, she slowly straightened her back. The handprint on her face had swollen badly, and her ears were still buzzing, but she kept her back straight. "I won't kneel," she said. Her voice was not loud, but in the silent living room, every word was clear to everyone's ears. Finella narrowed her eyes. "What did you say?" "I said, I won't kneel." Samantha met her eyes. "I haven't done anything wrong. Manning is the last name my parents pass on to me. They raised me and taught me how to be a decent person. They never taught me to kneel because some

Still, Yvonne's daughter had been hidden from the public. Not even her name or age had ever been known, so perhaps the McQueen family really had raised her as an ordinary person. Octavius sighed. "Fortunately, she had you to care for her, madam. Otherwise, this girl couldn't have been raised with such grace and elegance." Grace and elegance? How quickly his attitude had changed. When Sydney didn't have this identity, Octavius had said he would rip the child out of her womb, calling her a witch and a wicked woman. The moment Sydney became an heiress from the McQueen family, she somehow radiated grace and elegance. Finella narrowed her eyes. A sharp and greedy light flashed through her deep eyes. "Let's stop the nonsense. I brought my granddaughter to your home for a serious matter." Since Octavius had already chosen to flatter Finella, his attitude was naturally deeply respectful. "Madam, if there's anything you wish to discuss with me, feel free to bring it up. Your visit

Channing gritted his teeth and finally squeezed out a few words. "I love Sydney." Finella was satisfied with that answer. She could also understand his struggle just now. After all, that witch was beautiful. It was normal for Channing to be reluctant to let go. Men were like that, always trying to keep several women and conquer them all. When Finella had ordered that witch to kneel, Channing hadn't pleaded for her either. That proved the limits of his feelings. Also, as soon as Sydney spoke, he softened and compromised. That could be considered genuine enough. Channing still gritted his teeth as his eyes blurred, the memory of his wedding night appeared in his mind. Samantha had curled up in his arms, trembling at the sight of his naked body. With tears in her eyes, she had asked him to be gentler. They had been each other's first. He had been rough and reckless, but she had always said gently that it was fine. Only now did he realize that he had never properly apologiz