Chapter 507
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This long-standing friction was the primary reason Terence and the rest of the Quillen family had never fully embraced Felicity. Since the day she married into the family, it had become increasingly evident that her ultimate loyalty remained with the Lenoirs.
Decades ago, the Lenoir family was barely a footnote in the corporate world. They had climbed to their current prominence largely by leveraging their connection to the Quillens, essentially building their empire on the opportunities discarded or redirected by Felicity. At first, Terence had overlooked these minor diversions of resources, viewing them as a manageable cost of family peace. He never imagined that, twenty years later, the Lenoir family would grow into a powerhouse capable of challenging the Quillens' own market dominance.
“You... how dare you bring this up now?” Felicity stammered, her face pale. The exposure of her long-held secret left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, and she attempted to mask her panic with a surge of indignation.
Turning toward the household staff, she commanded, “Mr. Grishaw, I want this woman removed from the premises immediately!”
Alfred Grishaw, the loyal butler, stood as still as a statue, his expression unreadable.
“You think you have the authority to exile a Quillen from her ancestral home?” Samantha countered with a cold, sharp laugh. “I was born a Quillen. Mr. Grishaw, perhaps it is the guest who has overstayed her welcome that should be escorted out!”
Alfred remained motionless, letting out a heavy, weary sigh as he watched the two most powerful women in the house reach a breaking point.
“Silence! Both of you!” A thunderous roar echoed through the hall. Terence had returned, having stepped away briefly with his granddaughters. He stood at the entrance of the dining hall, his face etched with disappointment and fury at the spectacle before him.
“What gives you the right to order a Quillen out of this house, Felicity?” Terence’s voice was low and dangerous. He sided with Samantha without a moment’s hesitation. It wasn't merely a matter of fatherly affection; he knew Samantha had dedicated her life to the Quillen interests, while Felicity had treated the family as a resource for her own maiden kin.
“So I have no authority, but she can insult me at will?” Felicity’s voice trembled, a mix of rage and genuine hurt. “In twenty years, have any of you truly accepted me? I am Tony’s widow, yet I am treated like a stranger in my own home!”
“Since Tony passed, I should have been the one guiding the family’s direction, but you have all sidelined me! If I am not given a seat at the table, why should I be expected to prioritize your interests over those who actually value my contribution?”
She poured out the resentment that had been festering for over two decades, her voice rising in a desperate plea for acknowledgment.
“Insolence! You will hold your tongue!” Terence was so incensed that he struck his walking stick against the polished floor with a resounding crack.
The emotional strain was too much. Suddenly, his breathing became shallow, and he began to stagger backward, one hand clutching tightly at his chest.
“Old Mr. Quillen!” “Dad!” “Grandpa!”
The women of the Quillen family rushed forward in a frantic wave to catch him before he collapsed.
“Mom! Look what you’ve done!” Beatrix cried out, her eyes wide with fear. “You know Grandpa has a serious heart condition! Why would you push him this far?”
“I am your mother, Beatrix!” Felicity snapped back, though her voice lacked its usual conviction. “Do not presume to lecture me on family duty!”
Beatrix faltered, lacking Mackenzie’s commanding presence to stand her ground. But the atmosphere had already shifted beyond repair.
In the midst of the chaos, as Terence fought for breath, Samantha stepped forward. The time for verbal sparring had ended. She looked at Felicity with a cold, unwavering intensity that signaled a permanent shift in the family hierarchy. The veneer of "domestic peace" had finally shattered, leaving the Quillen family to face the consequences of a house divided against itself.