Chapter 74 Are You Planning To Slap My Wife
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Nixon barely contained his when Renee called him by his name. Forcing a smile, he glanced at William before saying with feigned warmth, “Renee, my dear, it’s been a while. Since William’s here too, why don’t we grab a meal and catch up?”
Renee didn’t bother hiding the sarcasm in her expression. “Catch up? Nixon, have you already forgotten how you cut ties with me back then?”
“Renee!” Nixon’s voice sharpened, his patience fraying. But with William present, he gritted his teeth and reined himself in. “I’m still your father.”
Renee met his gaze with chilling indifference. “Oh? I almost thought you forgot. Isn’t Rosa your daughter now?”
At the mention of Rosa, Nixon’s composure cracked. “How dare you bring her up? She came home in tears just a few days ago, saying you pushed her into a private room in the club fully of thugs! She could’ve been-” He cut himself off, rage flashing in his eyes. “Renee, how could you be so heartless?”
Renee almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. After three years apart, Nixon didn’t bother asking how she was–didn’t even pretend to care–yet here he was, rushing to
scold her for some outsider’s sake.
Heartless? Was he serious?
She let out a slow, mocking sigh. “Maybe I got it from you. If you can turn your back on She let out a slow, mocking sigh.
your own daughter, why should I spare a single thought for someone who means nothing to me?”
This conversation was a waste of breath. Rolling her eyes, Renee waved Nixon off, her
tone thick with disa
Talking to you is like arguing with a brick wall. Just
“Enough.
you on
leave–I don’t want to see you again.”
Renee turned to walk away, but Nixon blocked her path, his mask of fatherly concern slipping entirely. Dropping all pretense, he got straight to the point. “Sally is about to give birth. This pregnancy has been rough on her, and I was told the old family house’s
bad energy might affect the baby’s health. So, I need you to sign off on selling it.”
Renee froze mid–step. If she weren’t standing so close, she might have thought she misheard him.
Sell the old Carter family house? For some baby whose father might not even be Nixon. himself?
Renee’s voice dropped to a disbelieving whisper before rising with fury. “Nixon, do you even hear yourself? Are you out of your mind? The Carter family has lived in that house for generations! Selling it would be nothing short of betrayal!”
Nixon felt a flicker of guilt, but the thought of the baby Sally was carrying hardened his resolve. He squared his shoulders and said firmly, “I’m doing this for the family’s bloodline. Sally is carrying a baby boy.”
Renee nearly laughed out of sheer disbelief. “Seriously, Nixon? You’re still clinging to that ancient mindset about needing a son to carry the family name? No wonder your business is crumbling–you had it coming.”
She struck a nerve. Nixon’s company had indeed been struggling lately, and her words sliced through his pride like a knife, leaving a sting that was impossible to ignore. His face darkened with rage.
“Renee, I am your father! How dare you speak to me like this? Such disgraceful behavior! Let me make one thing clear–I am selling that house. Whether you sign or not is irrelevant. Let’s see who can stop me.”
Renee crossed her arms, her expression icy. “Go ahead and try, Nixon. You’ll only land yourself in jail.”
“You-” Nixon’s fury boiled over. His hand shot up, ready to slap Renee across the face.
Renee was more than capable of dodging, but before she even had to react, another hand intercepted Nixon’s wrist, gripping it tightly.
Glancing up, Renee found William standing in front of her, his expression dark and his tone sharp. “Mr. Carter, are you planning to slap my wife?”
