He surged forward and grabbed her hand in desperation.
“Gigi, I know you’re still upset about what happened yesterday,” Joey began his tone a mix of frustration and sadness.
“But Maisie is an adopted child. She has never felt secure, and soon, she’ll be marrying into the Stewarts in your place.
“Her days of happiness are numbered. This is something you owe her. Must you fight with her over everything?”
Charles looked at Margot with equal disappointment, a trace of anger creeping into his voice.
“You must have hit your head pretty hard. What Maisie is about to lose is her entire future happiness.
“Maybe Maisie was right—she said you’ve been spoiled rotten and lack even half her maturity!”
Margot shook her head slowly. “No, you’re both wrong.”
It wasn’t Maisie who was going to marry into the Stewart family—it was her.
Without offering any further explanation, she turned and gazed at the smoldering ashes in the fire pit.
Then, without another word, she headed back to her bedroom.
The next morning, as Margot prepared to leave the house, her eyes landed on a pile of gift boxes stacked by the door.
She recognized them instantly. They were from Joey and Charles.
In the past, whenever the two men angered her, they would never allow her to stay upset for more than a day.
Charles, in particular, would camp outside her room, his eyes red with worry.
“Gigi, if you don’t forgive Charles, he won’t leave. He’ll stay here until you do.”
Joey used to show up with a pitiful look, his arms full of gifts.
“Gigi, if you’re still upset, you can hit me or yell at me. Just don’t let it affect your health.”
But this time, neither of them came. Only a cold, lifeless pile of items awaited her.
Margot glanced at the gifts, her expression indifferent. With a self-deprecating smile, she threw everything into the trash can.
Just then, Maisie, who had just gotten up, appeared in the hallway.
She covered her mouth with her hand, feigning surprise.
“Why did you throw everything away, Gigi? Do you think these gifts are beneath you?” she asked in a sickly sweet tone.
“Oh, I told Charles and Joey that you’ve been spoiled since childhood and would definitely find these things unworthy of your attention. I even suggested they give you the original versions of what I have, but they insisted I keep them.
“I’m just a poor, lonely adopted girl, after all. You’re the true lady of the house, but look at how much they dote on you…”
A sneer tugged at the corner of Margot’s lips. Her voice was calm yet sharp. “Then congratulations. This house is all yours now.”
Without waiting for Maisie’s response, Margot turned and walked away, her steps steady and resolute.
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