"Olivia Smith really knows how to stir things up. She just walked in and started demanding shares from ?"
Thomas Smith initially felt guilty, but hearing his father’s disgust towards Olivia made him uncomfortable.
He stiffened his neck as he looked at Charles Smith and said:
"Dad, you gave the company to my brother. I’m also your son. Why can’t I ask for so shares? Aren’t you being too biased?"
The more Thomas thought about it, the more justified he felt. With this newfound confidence, he no longer feared, "I’m not even asking to stay in the Smith Family forever. You and Mom only like my brother, not and Olivia. Give so shares, and I’ll leave with Olivia..."
Smack—
Charles Smith slapped Thomas across the face, "Your mom was too gentle when she hit you those tis. I’m not dead yet, and you’re already asking for your inheritance? Who gave you the guts? If you want to leave, then leave early! My property, I’ll give it to whoever I want!"
It was the first ti Thomas had seen Charles lose his temper to such an extent. Not just Thomas, Olivia Smith had never seen Charles this angry either.
In their mory, Charles always maintained a good temper at ho. Even when angry, he would simply sulk in silence, and no one dared provoke him further.
So seeing Charles like this made both their hearts skip a beat.
Olivia regretted being too impatient this ti, having just returned and urged Thomas to ask Charles for shares.
Before Thomas could speak further, she rushed downstairs to stop him.
"Second Brother, what did you say to make Dad so angry?"
"Stop pretending. You stirred the pot as soon as you got back."
Charles, too lazy to argue with Olivia, pointed at her nose and scolded directly.
Olivia, eyes reddening from the reprimand, quickly knelt down in front of him, explaining:
"Dad, you’ve misunderstood . I really didn’t cause trouble in front of Thomas. It truly wasn’t ..."
Thomas hastily took the bla, saying:
"Dad, believe , it really has nothing to do with Olivia."
Charles’s gaze swept coldly over the two of them and said:
"I’m not interested in whose idea it was. Since you brought it up, I’ll make it clear to you now."
Charles sat on the sofa. Edward Smith had already left for the company early, and Evelyn Taylor was out on so errands, leaving only Charles, Helen lendy, and the servants at ho.
As Helen lendy finished her morning routine and exited, she was startled by the sound of Charles’s furious voice from downstairs and quickly opened the door to head down.
In the living room, she saw Thomas and Olivia kneeling with pale faces before an irate Charles seated on the sofa.
What stupid thing did those two pigs do again?
Helen furrowed her brows slightly as she hurried downstairs, "Dad, what’s going on?"
"Ask this beast," Charles said, pointing at Thomas while outright ignoring Olivia’s presence.
Helen looked at Thomas, eting his hostile gaze.
Helen lendy: "..."
Is this pig brainless? He’s being scolded by Dad; what does that have to do with her?
Brainless people do indeed make a perfect pair.
Helen rolled her eyes at him and walked over to sit on the other sofa.
"Miss, your milk."
"Thank you, Uncle Smith."
Helen took the milk offered by the butler and drank it slowly, her gaze fixed on Thomas and Olivia, taking on the role of a bystander, which only made Thomas and Olivia seethe with anger.
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