Chapter 340

Evelyn had a slight smile on her lips, but her eyes were cold—chillingly so. That icy stare shot straight at Bernard like a sharp blade. "Is there anyone here who doesn't know how miserable our childhood was?" Her tone was calm, but every word hit hard. "Julian and I had fathers, yeah, but they might as well have been dead." "If it weren't for our grandfathers stepping in to take care of us, we probably wouldn't even be standing here." She chuckled dryly, bitterness laced in every syllable. "Calling someone 'father' isn't just about biology. It's about being there. You look at yourself and seriously think Julian owes you that word?" Her words were sharp, the message crystal clear. Evelyn and Julian were practically raised by their grandfathers. George and Bernard had nothing to do with their upbringing except showing up with the title of "Dad" slapped on their sleeves. They didn't lift a finger to raise them, yet acted so righteous and entitled, waving the "father's authority" card eve