Chapter 9: Who Rejected Our Son
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"Dad, I'm sorry," Mira and Lisa knelt before their dad in the living room, pleading.
Mr. John Davis was very furious. Mrs. Claire had been taken to the hospital because she fainted during the incident.
Mira's tears streamed down her face, her sobs echoing through the room. Her throat burned from crying, but she couldn't stop."
Lisa knelt before her father, emotionlessly, without a shred of guilt on her face.
Dad, I...I didn't mean to. It just happened."
"I'm sorry, Dad, but it's Lisa's fault, not mine. We came into the sitting room and she didn't greet Mum. Mum asked her why she didn't greet her, but she stood up and tried to leave the room. Mum tried to stop her and that's when the fight started. Mira's explanation was accompanied by tears, and her face was red and swollen from Lisa's earlier slap."
Lisa, Mr. Davis called out Lisa's name angrily.
Lisa looked at her beloved father, who loves her so much, with a red eye and clenched fist. "Yes, Dad," she answered.
"Why did you lay a hand on my wife, who is also your stepmother?" Mr. John Davis asked angrily, hitting his cane on the ground.
Lisa didn't answer immediately, and Mr. John Davis's patience started running out.
Mr. Davis called her name again, this time with a warning tone.
"Dad, I didn't lay a hand on my stepmother, and I didn't hit her. She was hitting and biting me, saying that she would kill me today." I tried to get away from her grip, but she refused to let me go, and you are not also here to save me. I had to save myself, and the pain was too much for me to handle, that is why I pushed her and she fainted. Lisa explained truthfully.
"What caused all this trouble?" Mr. John Davis asked.
Mira opened her mouth to talk, but Mr. John Davis cut her off. "I don't ask you, Mira. I'm asking your sister."
"Oh, sorry," Mira said, glaring daggers at Lisa, but Lisa ignored her.
"Dad, I was in the living room eating my snacks and watching a movie when my stepmother and Mera came inside the living room and started mocking me. They said that I would get married to a useless garbage and ugly beast of the Miller family. But I ignored them and wanted to leave the living room, but they refused to let me go out easily," Lisa explained.
Mr. John Davis's face turned ugly. He looked at Mira angrily.
Mira shrunk back in fear, trying to explain, but Mr. John Davis gave her a cold look, and she immediately shut her mouth.
All the maids stood in fear without saying anything because they knew that their master was in a rage of anger. They all stood in their respective places without making a single sound.
"Why did you raise your hand and slap your sister so badly, Lisa?" Mr. Davis asked angrily, looking at his daughter Lisa.
Lisa didn't answer immediately. Anger was rising in her heart, and she wished she had not only slapped Mira but torn her apart.
"Lisa, I'm asking you and I need answers immediately," Mr. John Davis said in a warning tone, indicating his patience was running out.
"Dad, they insulted me and my mother. They said my mother was useless and weak.
"Who dared to say that?" he asked coldly.
Panic washed over Mera. "Dad, I... I said it," Mira said, her voice trembling.
Mr. John Davis's face became even more terrifying. "Mira," he yelled angrily.
"Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it. I said it out of anger. I was very upset and that's why I said those harsh words. Daddy, please forgive me. I'm sorry. She provoked me and pushed my mom, and I didn't know how to react. I became very irritated, that's why I said it. I didn't want to fight her. Dad, please," Mira pleaded, crying miserably.
Mr. John Davis looked at his two daughters kneeling in front of him. One was crying uncontrollably, and the other one was kneeling stubbornly without pleading or begging for mercy.
He loves his daughters, especially Lisa. "Today should be the first and last time I hear this statement from your mouth, Mira. If you ever mention my late wife's name, let alone say ill words about her, I will deal with you as if you are not my daughter. I won't even look at your mother's face and will punish you," Mr. John Davis scolded Mira.
"Yes, Dad," Mira answered in a weak voice. "Thanks, Dad."
"Now, get out of here this minute," Mr. John Davis commanded, and Mira stood up in fright and ran upstairs immediately.
Mr. John Davis looked at Lisa. "Daddy dear, come here," he called out.
Lisa didn't move from where she was kneeling; she just kneeled there as if she didn't hear her father's calling.
Mr. Davis looked at his stubborn "daddy dear" and smiled. "You are just like your mother - so stubborn, good at ignoring people, and annoying sometimes," he said. Getting up from the sofa, he threw his cane on the ground, and a nearby maid picked it up.
He walked toward Lisa and pulled her up from the ground.
"Daddy is sorry for scolding you, but you shouldn't have pushed your stepmother like that. She's also your mother, and Mira is your sister," he said in a calm tone.
"She is not my mother, and Mira is not my sister," Lisa said stubbornly.
"I don't know why you suddenly hate them so much, but I don't want this to happen again in the future. Do you understand?" Mr. Davis asked.
"But what if they try to cause trouble for me?" Lisa asked.
"No, they won't dare do it again. I have already spoken to Mira when she misbehaved. Do you understand?" Mr. Davis asked.
Lisa just bit her lips, clenched her fist, and moved away from her dad. "Yes, Dad," she answered before walking out.
"What was I thinking? He doesn't love me; he only loves his second wife and crocodile-tears daughter. Why would he punish them for my sake?" Lisa yelled at herself in her heart as she walked toward her room with a serious expression.
Mr. Davis just stared at his daughter walking away in anger because he didn't punish his younger daughter, and sighed. He picked up his car keys and walked out of the house to go and check on his wife in the hospital.
In the Miller family mansion, Mr. Philip Miller was sitting on his king-like chair, drinking wine with a smile.
"Why do you look so happy? What's behind that smug grin, darling? You look like you've won the lottery."Do you have good news coming our way?" Madam Helen asked, sitting down beside her husband.
She is Mr. Philip Miller's wife and Lugard's mother.
"No good news," Mr. Philip said with a smile.
"Then why are you smiling?" Mrs. Halen asked curiously with a smile on her face.
"They rejected our son," Mr. Philip said.
"Who rejected our son?" Mrs. Halen asked curiously.
"John Davis, my good friend's wife rejected our son because of how he was and even called him a useless garbage and incompetent man."
Mrs. Halen's face turned ugly immediately. "How dare they call my only son garbage? Are they out of their minds?"
"Why are you getting angry? They're not even here."
"I want to tear her useless mouth into pieces. If it's her son, will she call him that?" Mrs. Halen said, her eyes turning red.
"Mr. Philip looked at his wife with a heavy heart. He hated seeing her cry, and anyone who made her cry always ended up miserable. 'Hush, hush, don't cry. She's not worth shedding your tears for,' Mr. Philip said.
'Is the marriage canceled?' Mrs. Helen asked, raising her head from her husband's embrace and looking at his handsome face that always made her happy.
'No, the marriage is not canceled,' Mr. Philip replied."
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