Desperate Lovers

Chapter 258 What Do You Think of Me?

Listening to what Lorenzo said, Elva was stunned, tears streaming down her face, "Did you think that

way? We can live a decent life just because of your contribution alone?"

"Of course it's not my contribution alone." Lorenzo paused before saying, "If my parents hadn't left me

the company, I wouldn't be able to offer you such a life."

"Where is your conscience? Greyson and Angela don't know anything about managing the company. If

it weren't for me to support the company, could it develop into what it is now? Angela wouldn’t even

make allowance for me.

Angela sneered and interrupted him, "My brother and I, one was sent to learn dancing, and the other to

learn sports. You never let us learn about business management. Now you blame us for knowing

nothing?"

"Because you were not good at learning, I'm afraid you couldn’t even get a high school diploma, how

can I let you learn company management?" Lorenzo's expression was ghastly pale.

Elva almost lost her voice.

She picked up the tea cup and took a couple of sips. She hesitated, and said, "Angela, I call things as I

see them. Your dad sent you to learn dancing and your brother to learn sports, just because he cared

about you."

"Do you still think Dad has treated us wholeheartedly?" Angela asked with mixed feelings.

She saw the changes her mother had made for her during this period of time, and she had also

vacillated about whether to go back to the Chante family.

But she was really scared. She was afraid that if something happened, her mom would support her

opponent again, and slap her for the sake of her dad or others.

"That’s not true." Elva explained anxiously, "I just think your dad did something wrong, but he is your

dad after all. He still loves you."

"You can't just deny him and all the nice things he has done for you just because he did one thing

wrong."

Angela curled her lips and clenched her fist slightly, "Okay, then I would like to ask you a question.

When you married him, my grandparents were unwilling to accept your marriage, and made their will

on the day you got the marriage license. Is it true?"

Elva glanced at Lorenzo, and nodded, recalling her good old days. When she realized her current

experience was a total mass, tears streamed down her face again.

"The will says if something happens to them, all the shares and assets will be transferred to my brother

and me; if the two of us were underage at that time, it will temporarily be under your two’s names.

When we reach adulthood, the company will be handed over to my brother, and other assets will be

transferred to me."

"In order to possess the heritage in a perfectly justifiable manner, Lorenzo refused to let us know more

about business management, and spoil us deliberately, am I right?" Angela said the last sentence with

her teeth gritted, staring at Lorenzo.

Elva was startled, and looked at Lorenzo in disbelief.

Lorenzo stood up, sat down again, and then took a sip from his cup, "Where did you hear the gossip?

Do you mean I am mean to my children on purpose?"

"That’s right, Angela. Your dad was wrong about the car accident, but he didn’t spoil you deliberately."

Elva frowned and said, "All parents hope their children have a bright future. Why would your dad do

that? You think too lowly of him."

Elva blamed Lorenzo, but she hoped he would admit his mistake, and Angela would forgive him, and

then they would live harmoniously and happily together as a family of six, just like before.

Angela and Elva have lived together for eighteen years. She looked at her mother, and knew what Elva

was thinking. There were mixed feelings in her heart, and she couldn't tell what it was like exactly.

Lorenzo's expression changed like a color palette, "Angela, you are my daughter. What do you think of

me?"

"It's not what I imagined." Angela picked up the milk tea and took a sip. The overly sweet taste was

actually a bit bitter.

"When I went to grandmother's house to celebrate New Year at the age of fourteen, I heard my

grandparents tell Lorenzo myself."

At that time, her grandparents called Lorenzo out, saying that he could no longer spoil the children like

this, and he shouldn’t give them whatever they wanted, and he shouldn’t blame others when his

children fought with others.

They also said he should fight for what he wanted, instead of depriving of his children.

Back at that time, she ignored what her grandparents said, and thought they said so because Lorenzo

had just bought her a two-million-dollar sports car as a gift.

For this, Angela was angry with them for a while. She didn’t go to their house for New Year for two

years, no matter what her parents said to her.

"Lorenzo, did you really think so?" Elva looked at Lorenzo with anger. He turned out to be such a

selfish person. How could it become like this?

"My parents live in the countryside all their lives, and know nothing." Lorenzo tried to suppress his

agitation and anger, "I bought a two-million-dollar sports car as a gift for Angela. They thought it was a

waste of money. So they scolded me and told me not to spoil the children too much." Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

He patted on the table, as if he went mad, but tried his best to hold his temper, "It's not like what Angela

said."

"Grandma said you should fight for what you wanted, and don't deprive of your children. How would

you explain that?" Angela asked.

Lorenzo was silent, but his expression changed.

Elva leaned back on the chair, and looked pale, like a soulless puppet.

"I'm sorry." Angela stood up, bowed to them, and said to Elva, "I won’t return to the Chante family.

Please don't call me again in the future."

She turned and looked at Lorenzo. She already calmed down, "As for the assets, I won’t fight for that

because they belong to my brother sooner or later. I don’t want to make a scene. I don’t want my

brother and sister-in-law to be criticized by others."

"But you should remember everyone has a bottom line. Don't try to fool me. I won't tolerate it for the

third time."

She glanced at Elva again, sighed inaudibly, and then left.

Angela left the milk tea shop and watched afar. There was sunlight, but the sky was still gray.

The smog has been suppressed for a while, but it did not seem to be very effective.

Beep.

Her phone rang.

"Greyson." Angela answered tiredly.