Grandma doesnot know me then keep your hands off my villa

Chapter 5 Ivy's face turned ghostly pale. She instinctively pulled Felicity closer. "Sloane... Sloane..." Archer stepped forward, his voice dry: "What are you doing here? I thought you had that meeting- "What am I doing here?" I cut him off, my voice so calm it startled even me: "My daughter's about to be wheeled into surgery, and you're asking why I'm here? I'm her mother." "No, you've got it wrong." He scrambled to explain, sweat beading on his forehead. "Poppy's just getting a routine checkup.

Felicity's situation is different-she's in a tough spot, and I'm just-" "Just what?" I took a step forward. The click of my heel against the tile was deafening in the silence. st happen to need a kidney?" "Just happen to have my daughter match?" "Just happen to be planning to steal my daughter's kidney behind my back?" "It's NOT steal!" Archer's voice shot up, defensive and raw: "It's a transplant. It's saving a life. Sloane, Felicity is six years old. She has the right to live!" "And what about MY DAUGHTER?!" My voice finally cracked: "Poppy's only five!

Doesn't she have the right to grow up healthy? What gives you the right to make that choice for her? What gives you the right to donate her organs?" "Archer, you're her father. You're supposed to protect her!" 12:39 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Heep Your Hands Off My Villa! 18.0% "I AM protecting her!" he roared, his face twisting: "One kidney won't affect her life, but Felicity will die without it! Sloane, how can you be so selfish? Doesn't a human life mean anything to you?" Selfish. That word drove into me like a poisoned blade.

I stared at this man-this man I thought I'd spend my life with-and he looked like a fucking stranger. Ten years of love. Seven years of marriage. Countless nights of building something together. And in his eyes, none of it was worth as much as the bastard of another woman. "Archer," I said slowly, each word scraping out of me: "Do I need to remind you? Poppy is the daughter your legal wife-me, Sloane Gardner-almost died bringing into this world. And Felicity..." I looked at the little girl curled up on the bed, those eyes identical to Archer's.

"She's nothing but a bastard!" "And now you want to use my daughter's health to cover up your affair? To save the product of your betrayal?!" IT UP!" ddenly screamed. She stood in front of Felicity's bed like a cornered animal, tears streaming down her face. "Felicity is innocent! She doesn't know anything! You want to come at someone, come at me-don't hurt my daughter!" "Come at you?" I laughed coldly: "Ivy, you're nothing but a mistress! A homewrecker! What gives you the right to talk to ME?!" "Archer and I are in love!" she sobbed.

"Before you even showed up, we were in love!" I looked at her like she'd told the world's funniest joke. "So Archer hid you on purpose and married me for money? That just proves he's as trashy as you are." Ivy choked on her words and could only clutch Felicity, sobbing. 12:39 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 18.3% Felicity was shaking in her arms, terrified. Archer's face went from pale to red to pale again. Being called trash-probably a first for him. He stared at me, and his expression slowly shifted from panicked to something darker.

He must've realized that all his lies and excuses were useless now. "Sloane," he said, his voice going cold, almost reckless. "Fine. I'm done arguing. Felicity's surgery is happening. Poppy's already in the OR. The doctor's mine. You can't stop it." He straightened his back like he'd found some twisted sense of control again. "Yeah, I screwed up. I know. But Felicity is my daughter, and I'm not going to stand by and watch her die. You want to scream at me? Hit me? Go ahead. But the surgery's happening." "Happening..." I repeated the word. Then I laughed.

The sound echoed through the quiet room, unhinged and mocking. Archer flinched. "What's so funny?" "I'm laughing at how fucking stupid you are." gaze went sharp. "Archer, if I'm standing here, do you really think I'd leave Poppy alone in that OR?" pupils shrank. "Poppy," I called toward the door, raising my voice. "Come say hi to Daddy." (0) (0) 12:39 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then een Your Hands Off My Villa! 18.5% Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter.

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