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Chapter 796: Chapter 790: Reaping the Bitter Fruit 6

Two women of the same temperament, both have woven beautiful dreams for themselves over the years, and now, in one night, they are all shattered.

Miranda Dalton is unwilling to recognize her own mother at this moment, is it her fault?

Is it?

She thinks not.

From the very beginning, silently teaching her those "life principles" from behind, up until now, Meredith Ford can only be considered a slightly important tool.

Ultimately, only Cynthia Morgan’s indifference can be blamed.

The mother-daughter pair could have healed each other, but it ended up like this.

Cynthia Morgan took two steps towards her.

Miranda Dalton looked as if she saw a monster, frightened, she took several steps back.

She couldn’t admit that the beautiful woman in front of her was her mother.

How could that be possible?

Obviously, she knew her before she was an adult, always supporting all her thoughts, clearly just an internet friend, who moved her momentarily to agree to be her goddaughter.

How could she be willing to be the goddaughter of an ordinary woman?

Moreover, her biological daughter.

Miranda Dalton said excitedly: "Don’t come near, I’m not your daughter, you’ve got the wrong person."

As she spoke, from the corner of her eye, she saw the middle-aged man beside her, wearing outdated clothes, somewhat shabby, her breath tightened, eyes filled with tears.

What a joke the heavens played on her?

Even if she’s not the eldest daughter of the Ford family, she’s still the apple of the Jarvis family’s eye, how could this happen?

Why is it like this?

Tiana Thorne saw her disbelief and gently raised an eyebrow: "Looks like you guessed it, this here is Louis Dalton, he’s your biological father."

This sentence struck her heart and soul more than anything.

Louis Dalton looked at his daughter, who grew up privileged, recalling his past, and hands tainted with lives, moved his lips, but could not bring himself to call her "daughter."

A person’s inherent humility is often the most restrained.

He dared not acknowledge her, or even give her a glance, fearing it would leave a dirty mark on her perfect life.

His face no longer has the radiant charm of his youth, his whites of the eyes slightly yellowed.

Suddenly, seeing her glance at him, her gaze evasive, hands behind his back, unsure of what emotion to show her, finally, he managed only a bitter smile.

Meredith Ford, always the center of attention, is naturally proud. Seeing him like this, seemingly of the lowest social class, a common type, lacking distinct features, brimming with insecurity and humility.

How could such a person be her father?

Her heart was cold, glaring at Tiana Thorne: "How could I be their daughter, impossible, you’re deceiving me."

Tiana Thorne shrugged: "It doesn’t matter anymore, since you’ve met, the circumstances of your birth, how you ended up with the Jarvis family, and then how my parents took you back to the Ford family, your biological mother, will naturally explain to you."

With that, she took the apple Rouge Jarvis had peeled for her, bit into it, and added, "From now on, you have no ties with the Ford and Jarvis families."

"No, no..."

At this moment, Cynthia Morgan had already resigned.

Not because all plans failed, but because the deadly misunderstanding over twenty years ago mocked all her efforts.

She was unwilling to admit her mistakes, yet she couldn’t deny, this life has been too sorrowful.

In contrast, Miranda Dalton lacked the composure of her mother.