Chapter 67- bitch
"Janet, if you don’t want your old man to kick the bucket, be at the café across from Black Rock Co. in half an hour!" Elvira called Janet, said only that one sentence, and hung up abruptly. Janet pursed her lips, puzzled as she held her phone. Elvira wouldn’t bother her unless it was serious—did something happen to Harold?
Though their father-daughter relationship was estranged, hearing he’d had an accident still made Janet unable to turn a cold shoulder.
While Charles was tied up in a meeting, Janet decided to go see her.
"Janet, seeing you these days is like pulling teeth. Riding on Charles’s coattails, you’ve forgotten your own last name, huh?" Elvira stood with arms crossed, shooting a sharp glare at Janet. Damn Charles—he’d put her on the blacklist, and now Elvira couldn’t even get through Black Rock’s doors, let alone meet him.
"My last name’s never been Louis." Janet frowned, displeased by Elvira’s haughty tone. Janet—that name was given by that man, but she hadn’t forgotten her roots. Her real name was Janice.
"Oh, look at you, flying up the branches like a phoenix. Is that crippled husband of yours satisfying enough?" Elvira glared hard at Janet’s plain, fair face—no makeup, just natural milky smooth skin. Her own face was built up with layers of luxury cosmetics. She was only two years older than Janet, yet looked worlds apart.
She hated it. She hated this illegitimate daughter and refused to lose to her in any way.
"Watch your tone. If you’re just here to stir trouble, I’m not wasting time with you!" Janet stood up after less than a minute, fed up with Elvira’s venomous words. Even if Philip was imperfect and broken, she wouldn’t tolerate anyone insulting him.
"The old man’s about to die. At least as father and daughter, you can’t just stand by and do nothing, right?" Elvira’s tone was two-faced—even when begging, she put on a condescending act. If Charles hadn’t been so ruthless, and Manfred hadn’t dismissed her, she wouldn’t have come to the one person she hated most.