His Coy Lover

Elle: …

“Elle, even though Mom and Dad told me to call you sister, you should be clear in your heart that you are not my sister.”

Zelda bent down, pinched Elle’s chin, and lifted it, examining her archenemy from her previous life.

It had to be said that Elle was indeed very beautiful, no wonder Burton deeply loved her.

Elle slapped away Zelda’s hand, propped herself up on the sofa’s armrest, and coldly said, “Zelda, you keep making mistakes. When Dad comes back, I will tell him. Even if you say I don’t have the right to scold you, Dad surely does.”

Father valued the interests and future of the Roscente even more than she did.

Zelda frowned, mocking, “All you know is to report to Dad. Don’t think I don’t know. When Winston proposed, you told Dad to let me choose on my own.”

In her previous life, she had been determined to marry Burton. Given the choice, how could she possibly accept Charles?

Elle wanted her to willingly offend Winston and anger Charles.

“If I don’t tell Dad, Dad would have agreed to The Winston’s proposal, and then you’d be stuck as a widow for the rest of your life. I’m doing this for your own good. If you don’t appreciate it, fine. But treating me like this, Zelda, when did you become so ungrateful?”

Before Zelda could speak, footsteps were heard outside.

Soon, Peck strode in, heading towards the sisters.

“Elle, what happened?”

Peck, seeing his eldest daughter rushing home from the company, thought something had occurred and hurried back.

“Elle, what happened to your face? Who hit you?”

Peck quickly noticed the swollen and red side of Elle’s face and immediately darkened. “Elle, who bullied you? Tell Dad, Dad will get justice for you. My daughter dares to hit someone!”

Elle quickly said, “Dad, it’s nothing. I accidentally bumped into something.”

“Do you think Dad’s blind? The handprint is so obvious. Clearly, you’ve been hit,” Peck said, gently touching the swollen side of Elle’s face, filled with concern. “That bastard, he hit you so hard!”

Lucy at the door wanted to say something, but Elle signaled her with her eyes to stay quiet.

Zelda detested Elle’s act of playing the good sister in front of their parents. She took over, “Dad, I am that bastard.”

Peck turned his head, looking bewildered at his biological daughter.

“Zelda, did you hit Elle?” Peck couldn’t believe it. This daughter, since recognizing her, had been sensible and low-key. She didn’t seem like someone who would resort to violence.

“I did.”

Zelda admitted openly, “Dad, I can apologize to her, but she also needs to apologize to me. If it weren’t for her being so outrageous, constantly cursing at me, I wouldn’t have resorted to violence.”

Zelda absolutely refused to admit that she had long wanted to slap Elle.

“Elle is your sister. Even if she scolds you a bit, it won’t hurt you. If you don’t listen to advice, that’s fine, but resorting to violence is absolutely wrong. How did that couple teach you? You’ve turned out like this.”

Peck instinctively sided with Elle. Elle, groomed as his successor, naturally enjoyed his trust and affection. Zelda, the suddenly recovered biological daughter, couldn’t compare.

Zelda looked at her father, feeling wronged.

In her previous life, although the father and daughter weren’t close, her father wouldn’t blatantly favor Elle.

In this life, as she decided to protect her family, she suddenly realized her father was extremely biased.

Did her rebirth change some people and things?

“Dad, I scolded Zelda for her own good. She has offended Charles several times. I was afraid she would be killed by Charles, so I couldn’t help scolding her.”

Elle revealed the reason behind her scolding.

Hearing his elder daughter’s words, Peck was furious and didn’t even think twice before giving her a slap.

“Smack!”

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The side of her face that received the hit immediately swelled up visibly, and blood trickled down from her mouth.

This slap was quite severe.

“Last time, you cut your wrist to refuse the engagement. Elle accompanied you to apologize to The Winston, and The Winston let it go. Now you offend Charles again. Do you think Charles is merciful enough to forgive you repeatedly? Elle scolds you for your own good, and you resort to violence!”

Whenever Peck thought of Charles and his cold demeanor, he couldn’t help but panic.

Zelda’s refusal of the engagement was forgiven because The Winston knew Charles wasn’t merciful. But now, with the matter of the alliance settled, if Zelda offended Charles again, it was like deliberately seeking death and inviting trouble for the Roscente.

“Dad, I didn’t offend Charles!”

Zelda wiped the blood from her mouth and coldly defended herself. “Believe it or not, I really didn’t offend Charles today.”

“You still dare to say you didn’t. When Charles appeared, didn’t you know how to avoid him?”

Peck scolded with a darkened face. “He despises you, yet you shamelessly lingered there, annoying everyone. Zelda, when did you become so stupid? Where is your brain? Don’t you think about our family’s reputation? Are you deliberately trying to bankrupt Roscente?”

“Dad, stop scolding Zelda. She doesn’t understand these things, growing up in the countryside. Let’s teach her well. Don’t resort to family law. Zelda is already twenty-six. If you use family law, how can she face others?”

Elle handed the cane to her father, trying to mediate. “Dad, Zelda is not sensible. Let’s teach her. Don’t use family law. She’s twenty-six. If you use family law, how can she face others?”

Peck snatched the cane, about to strike Zelda.

“Mr., Mr., he’s here, he’s here, he’s here…”

A servant rushed in, panicking, just in time to interrupt Peck’s attempt to strike Zelda.

Elle, internally furious but maintaining a composed exterior, asked, “Who’s here?”

The servant pointed in the direction of the door, stuttering, “… Charles… has arrived!”