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Chapter 11 Don't Disgrace the Garcias

"John!" Albert parried John's hand quickly, "Calm down. Becca is just upset. Don't blame her. It's all my Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

fault."

Albert gave Becca an apologetic look. Becca hadn't seen him since last night. She had no idea what

had happened during the last few hours, but Albert looked haggard.

Becca averted her eyes from him. She loved him for five years. Like Janet said, Becca spent her entire

youth with him, despite his shameful behavior.

"Dad." Laura came to hold John's sleeve, "I'm the one who should be punished. It's me who disgraced

the Garcias, not Becca. I just thought Becca didn't want the wedding dress anymore, and I loved it so

much, so I wanted to try it on. Because everything I got was what she abandoned growing up."

The tears in her eyes were heartbreaking for the elders.

"My little girl!" Harrison held Laura in her arms, "You must have suffered a lot here."

Becca held the wedding dress tightly in her hands, gritting her teeth without a word.

"John, we didn't and couldn't butt in when you spoiled Becca to be such a mean person. She's like her

arrogant mom, Joe Bush, who thought herself above us when she was alive because of her rich

parents. After she died, you thought you owed her, so you kept indulging Becca. Are you letting her

bully Laura to death?" Harrison had long been dissatisfied with Joe's being on her high horse, so her

daughter Becca was also disliked by her. By contrast, she liked Laura because Laura's mother Maria

was her preferred daughter-in-law at the very beginning.

"I bully her?" Becca thought it was ridiculous, "It was her who rocked the boat every time, but I grow up

being the one getting punished. Every time she cried, you believed I bullied her. So when she snatches

my boyfriend, I'm still the bully, right?

"Enough!" William roared, "Are you trying to make a big deal out of it? It's shameful enough. The

wedding invitations were about to be given out. Settle it yourselves and don't get the Garcias involved

in this."

Then William went upstairs. He felt like staying out of all this. But apparently, his only concern was the

family reputation, rather than which granddaughter would be the bride.

"Becca," Albert came over to her, "I'm sorry for cheating on you. I'm a jerk. But why not calm down and

settle it? Is that how you're gonna upset all of us by making it harder for everyone?"

"Why should I make it easy for you?" Becca drew back, "So I should settle it by giving Laura my dress,

my wedding, my man and all that belongs to me? Who cares about me? I'm not protected by my mom,

so you abandon me! I don't cry, so you don't think I'm hurt!"

Tears accompanied her last word.

"I'm telling you, no way!" Becca threw the wedding dress to the ground, ripping it up frantically, "I'd

rather destroy it than give it to her. You're all the same. You're all blind. You can't tell who really love

you, but be willing to be tricked like fools by the two bitches

"Do you dare to say it again?" John was enraged again by the Becca.

"You think I wouldn't dare?" Becca looked up, "What the Garcias is today is all due to my mom. She

bought the house and supported the company, which has nothing when she married you! She helped

you out over the objections of her parents. Look at you! You took her money, kept your ex from village

and even had a daughter with her. My mom had depression and committed suicide because of all of

you! If she knew you give all my belongings to Maria's daughter, you would be haunted by her ghost!"

"Becca Garcia!" John was totally irritated. Before Albert could stop him again, he slapped her face with

all his might.

All that was left was silence.

Becca was slammed on the ground, blood oozing from her mouth.