Once doormat Now Untouchable Novel

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Chapter 663

Scenes like this were normal in the Voss family. Tiffany had

seen them so often that she had grown numb. She could not

stop it.

At first, she would rush forward without thinking and shield

Mabel. Somewhere along the way, that changed. Maybe she had

come to understand that the conflict between those two had

never been about her. It had always been about their precious

son.

Stanley could not swallow words like that. He lunged forward,

raised his hand to strike Mabel, and spat curses as he shouted, "

That little bastard turned out like this because you spoiled him!

Mabel, marrying you was the worst luck of my life!

"You handed over that much money to pay his debts just like

that? You filthy bitch. | didn't even have the right to know?"

By the end, the abuse turned vile. Tiffany had heard words like

this countless times. Even so, her hand tightened without her

noticing.

She could not tell whether the shame came from the scene they

were making in the hospital, or from how pitiful Mabel looked.

The one who rushed forward to stop Stanley was Tyler. He

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grabbed his father's arm and cried out with apparent sincerity, "

Dad. Dad, don't hit Mom. | know | was wrong. | really know | was

wrong..."

Tears spilled down his face.

Tiffany felt nothing. Two words crossed her mind: crocodile

tears.

The act worked on Stanley. Tyler was his only son.

Stanley's hand paused. He glared at Tyler in frustration, then

turned and pointed at Tiffany. "Don't think | don't know what

you're planning, If you dare use that payment as an excuse not

to support me in old age, I'll sue you. I'll make sure everyone at

your law firm and every one of your clients knows what an

ungrateful, cold-blooded person you are.”

“| won't stop you." Tiffany loosened her clenched hand and

spoke in an even tone. "And | won't mind letting the whole

neighborhood know exactly how the Voss family raised me."

The moment the words left her mouth, both Stanley and Mabel's

expressions changed. Other families that favored sons over

daughters might still deny it. In the Voss family, the difference

had always been obvious.

At the sight, Tiffany felt only irony. She wet her lips. "This room

won't cost anything extra. Make sure the treatment bill is paid

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before discharge. Sterling Corp.'s legal team is not helpless."

With that, Tiffany did not spare Stanley another glance, even

though his expression had turned murderous. She picked up her

bag and turned to leave.

Only when her hand touched the door did she realize it had not

fully closed.

‘No one should care about a mess like this.’ The second she

pulled the door open, her back went rigid.

Her grip tightened around the handle as she forced herself to

meet the man's gaze. "What a coincidence."

His eyes were unreadable. He stared at her for a long moment

without speaking.

Tiffany had always handled everything head-on. Under that gaze,

even she felt uneasy. She wanted to leave as quickly as

possible. "| have somewhere to be. I'm leaving first.”

He said nothing.

Tiffany had no interest in waiting for a response. She closed the

door behind her and strode toward the elevator in her heels.

She had barely taken two steps when someone caught her wrist,

and the man's low, slightly rough voice followed. "So, how

exactly did the Voss family raise you?"