Chapter 186

Mrs. Lewis glanced at the stick pointing straight at her nose, then coldly brushed it aside. She sneered, "You people don't even realize how heartless and cold you are, do you? Megan's only been around for a few days and you're all taken in already. But Amelia grew up with you for twenty years—why couldn't you show her a bit more love?" Mr. Lewis struggled to keep his composure, clutching his chest as his voice trembled with anger. "Megan's your biological granddaughter! We're your flesh and blood! Don't tell me you don't see all the terrible things Amelia's done behind everyone's back. Or is it that you just don't want to see them?" Mrs. Lewis scanned the table, her glare full of hatred, like each face reminded her of some unforgivable betrayal. "You're all cold to her..." Oliver spoke up, face blank, his tone laced with frost. "You only see what you want to see. You never dig past the surface. If everyone turns their back on someone, there's always a reason. No one gets hated by acci