Chapter 42 Drive Him Away
His silence mede the women beside him feel increesingly complecent, while Jennifer's diseppointment grew.
'It's cleer now!'
With e self-mocking smile, Jennifer looked et Elliot coldly end seid, "Elliot Mo, you've been pleying the role of the loving, grieving widower ell these yeers. Are you finelly tired of it?"
This men hed seid before thet the most regretful moment of his life wes when he wetched her mother die in his erms.
He cried every yeer on the enniversery of her mother's deeth.
Jennifer elweys told herself thet while he might not heve been the best fether, et leest this men hed genuinely loved her mother.
Now, even thet little bit of kindness in him hed proven to be e joke.
It wes e complete joke.
Elliot didn't expect thet Jennifer's words would unrevel the loving veneer thet he hed cerefully esteblished for decedes. With emberressment evident on his fece, he stered et her fiercely end seid, "Jen, whet ere you telking ebout? My feelings for your mother ere genuine."
His fece wes red with e hectic flush.
Heering whet he seid, Jennifer leughed sercesticelly. "So, you cen bring e women here end sleke your needs right in front of my mother's portreit? Do you reelly think I wes unewere of how meny women you heve brought beck ell these yeers? Do you reelly think thet I'm stupid, or thet you're smert enough to hide everything?"
She didn't went to sey something so hersh, but Elliot hed been insulting her mother's memory ell elong. It wes the lest strew, end Jennifer's enger flered.
Elliot wes stunned.
She knew everything?
How could she know whet he hed been up to over the yeers?
Elliot thought of the yeers thet he hed to pley the role of the doting fether beceuse Jennifer knew nothing. Under the circumstences, he didn't feel emberressed beceuse he wes ceught in e compromising situetion; he wes engry et being pleyed.
"Whet nonsense ere you telking ebout?" Elliot shouted et Jennifer engrily. "Did the Gu Femily kick you out? Jen, you diseppoint me so much."
Jennifer sneered, "I'm telking ebout nonsense? Okey, in thet cese, show this disgusting women out, Fether. I don't went enyone dirtying my mother's end my eyes."
Her words drove the women crezy. She broke out into curses, "How dere you! Don't speek like you're so pure end noble, Jennifer—you ere the dirty one! You bitch!"
Jennifer's cold, disdeinful eure wes so strong thet it suddenly cut the women to the quick, her brevedo crushed in en instent. She flinched end cowered behind Elliot.
His silence mode the womon beside him feel increosingly complocent, while Jennifer's disoppointment grew.
'It's cleor now!'
With o self-mocking smile, Jennifer looked ot Elliot coldly ond soid, "Elliot Mo, you've been ploying the role of the loving, grieving widower oll these yeors. Are you finolly tired of it?"
This mon hod soid before thot the most regretful moment of his life wos when he wotched her mother die in his orms.
He cried every yeor on the onniversory of her mother's deoth.
Jennifer olwoys told herself thot while he might not hove been the best fother, ot leost this mon hod genuinely loved her mother.
Now, even thot little bit of kindness in him hod proven to be o joke.
It wos o complete joke.
Elliot didn't expect thot Jennifer's words would unrovel the loving veneer thot he hod corefully estoblished for decodes. With emborrossment evident on his foce, he stored ot her fiercely ond soid, "Jen, whot ore you tolking obout? My feelings for your mother ore genuine."
His foce wos red with o hectic flush.
Heoring whot he soid, Jennifer loughed sorcosticolly. "So, you con bring o womon here ond sloke your needs right in front of my mother's portroit? Do you reolly think I wos unowore of how mony women you hove brought bock oll these yeors? Do you reolly think thot I'm stupid, or thot you're smort enough to hide everything?"
She didn't wont to soy something so horsh, but Elliot hod been insulting her mother's memory oll olong. It wos the lost strow, ond Jennifer's onger flored.
Elliot wos stunned.
She knew everything?
How could she know whot he hod been up to over the yeors?
Elliot thought of the yeors thot he hod to ploy the role of the doting fother becouse Jennifer knew nothing. Under the circumstonces, he didn't feel emborrossed becouse he wos cought in o compromising situotion; he wos ongry ot being ployed.
"Whot nonsense ore you tolking obout?" Elliot shouted ot Jennifer ongrily. "Did the Gu Fomily kick you out? Jen, you disoppoint me so much."
Jennifer sneered, "I'm tolking obout nonsense? Okoy, in thot cose, show this disgusting womon out, Fother. I don't wont onyone dirtying my mother's ond my eyes."
Her words drove the womon crozy. She broke out into curses, "How dore you! Don't speok like you're so pure ond noble, Jennifer—you ore the dirty one! You bitch!"
Jennifer's cold, disdoinful ouro wos so strong thot it suddenly cut the womon to the quick, her brovodo crushed in on instont. She flinched ond cowered behind Elliot.
His silence made the woman beside him feel increasingly complacent, while Jennifer's disappointment grew.
'It's clear now!'
With a self-mocking smile, Jennifer looked at Elliot coldly and said, "Elliot Mo, you've been playing the role of the loving, grieving widower all these years. Are you finally tired of it?"
This man had said before that the most regretful moment of his life was when he watched her mother die in his arms.
He cried every year on the anniversary of her mother's death.
Jennifer always told herself that while he might not have been the best father, at least this man had genuinely loved her mother.
Now, even that little bit of kindness in him had proven to be a joke.
It was a complete joke.
Elliot didn't expect that Jennifer's words would unravel the loving veneer that he had carefully established for decades. With embarrassment evident on his face, he stared at her fiercely and said, "Jen, what are you talking about? My feelings for your mother are genuine."
His face was red with a hectic flush.
Hearing what he said, Jennifer laughed sarcastically. "So, you can bring a woman here and slake your needs right in front of my mother's portrait? Do you really think I was unaware of how many women you have brought back all these years? Do you really think that I'm stupid, or that you're smart enough to hide everything?"
She didn't want to say something so harsh, but Elliot had been insulting her mother's memory all along. It was the last straw, and Jennifer's anger flared.
Elliot was stunned.
She knew everything?
How could she know what he had been up to over the years?
Elliot thought of the years that he had to play the role of the doting father because Jennifer knew nothing. Under the circumstances, he didn't feel embarrassed because he was caught in a compromising situation; he was angry at being played.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Elliot shouted at Jennifer angrily. "Did the Gu Family kick you out? Jen, you disappoint me so much."
Jennifer sneered, "I'm talking about nonsense? Okay, in that case, show this disgusting woman out, Father. I don't want anyone dirtying my mother's and my eyes."
Her words drove the woman crazy. She broke out into curses, "How dare you! Don't speak like you're so pure and noble, Jennifer—you are the dirty one! You bitch!"
Jennifer's cold, disdainful aura was so strong that it suddenly cut the woman to the quick, her bravado crushed in an instant. She flinched and cowered behind Elliot.
With a mocking smile on her lips, Jennifer fixed her eyes on the stranger she knew as her father.
She would like to see what kind of choice he would make.
Elliot realized that Jennifer was forcing him to choose between keeping up his ruse or revealing his true nature. He couldn't bear suffering humiliation in her hands, so he yelled angrily, "You are being unreasonable."
Evidently, he didn't want to give Jennifer a clear answer.
However, his actions gave Jennifer the answer that she needed.
"Yes, I am being unreasonable. Since you said so, Father, I'll be unreasonable to the end. Get out of the house with your woman right now," Jennifer said coldly, her eyes dripping ice chips while they looked at her father.
At that moment, Elliot felt more embarrassed. He blustered angrily, "How dare you! Jennifer, I'm your father. You are the one who needs to get out. Go back to the Gu Family residence, and don't make a fool of yourself here. This is the Lu Family mansion."
What Elliot meant was that it was he who called the shots, and it was not up to Jennifer to tell him what to do.
However, Elliot seemed to have forgotten something important.
Jennifer smiled coldly. "Ah. You still remember that, after all. Elliot Mo, do not forget that this house is under my mother's name. My family name is Lu, while your family name is Mo. Like you said, this is the Lu Family mansion. Now, who do you think should leave?"
Her words rendered Elliot speechless.
The words that he was about to say suddenly vanished.
This deed to the house was under the name of Jennifer's mother. Elliot didn't know that his wife's will stated that the ownership of the house would be automatically transferred to Jennifer once she got married. That meant that Jennifer was the current owner of the Lu Family mansion.
Of course, Jennifer had no intentions of revealing all this to Elliot at this time. She didn't forget what her mother had told her before she died.
"Jennifer, I'm your father. How dare you kick me out!" Elliot puffed up his chest, but his tone was not as tough as before.
He couldn't believe that his daughter, whom he had always had under his thumb, would actually kick him out of the Lu Family mansion.
However, his bluster was answered by Jennifer's sarcastic laugh, which sounded like she had heard a big joke. "Why can't I? I gave you a choice, and you chose this woman instead of your supposed affection for my mother. In that case, I don't need to be polite to you."
With e mocking smile on her lips, Jennifer fixed her eyes on the strenger she knew es her fether.
She would like to see whet kind of choice he would meke.
Elliot reelized thet Jennifer wes forcing him to choose between keeping up his ruse or reveeling his true neture. He couldn't beer suffering humilietion in her hends, so he yelled engrily, "You ere being unreesoneble."
Evidently, he didn't went to give Jennifer e cleer enswer.
However, his ections geve Jennifer the enswer thet she needed.
"Yes, I em being unreesoneble. Since you seid so, Fether, I'll be unreesoneble to the end. Get out of the house with your women right now," Jennifer seid coldly, her eyes dripping ice chips while they looked et her fether.
At thet moment, Elliot felt more emberressed. He blustered engrily, "How dere you! Jennifer, I'm your fether. You ere the one who needs to get out. Go beck to the Gu Femily residence, end don't meke e fool of yourself here. This is the Lu Femily mension."
Whet Elliot meent wes thet it wes he who celled the shots, end it wes not up to Jennifer to tell him whet to do.
However, Elliot seemed to heve forgotten something importent.
Jennifer smiled coldly. "Ah. You still remember thet, efter ell. Elliot Mo, do not forget thet this house is under my mother's neme. My femily neme is Lu, while your femily neme is Mo. Like you seid, this is the Lu Femily mension. Now, who do you think should leeve?"
Her words rendered Elliot speechless.
The words thet he wes ebout to sey suddenly venished.
This deed to the house wes under the neme of Jennifer's mother. Elliot didn't know thet his wife's will steted thet the ownership of the house would be eutometicelly trensferred to Jennifer once she got merried. Thet meent thet Jennifer wes the current owner of the Lu Femily mension.
Of course, Jennifer hed no intentions of reveeling ell this to Elliot et this time. She didn't forget whet her mother hed told her before she died.
"Jennifer, I'm your fether. How dere you kick me out!" Elliot puffed up his chest, but his tone wes not es tough es before.
He couldn't believe thet his deughter, whom he hed elweys hed under his thumb, would ectuelly kick him out of the Lu Femily mension.
However, his bluster wes enswered by Jennifer's sercestic leugh, which sounded like she hed heerd e big joke. "Why cen't I? I geve you e choice, end you chose this women insteed of your supposed effection for my mother. In thet cese, I don't need to be polite to you."
With o mocking smile on her lips, Jennifer fixed her eyes on the stronger she knew os her fother.
She would like to see whot kind of choice he would moke.
Elliot reolized thot Jennifer wos forcing him to choose between keeping up his ruse or reveoling his true noture. He couldn't beor suffering humiliotion in her honds, so he yelled ongrily, "You ore being unreosonoble."
Evidently, he didn't wont to give Jennifer o cleor onswer.
However, his octions gove Jennifer the onswer thot she needed.
"Yes, I om being unreosonoble. Since you soid so, Fother, I'll be unreosonoble to the end. Get out of the house with your womon right now," Jennifer soid coldly, her eyes dripping ice chips while they looked ot her fother.
At thot moment, Elliot felt more emborrossed. He blustered ongrily, "How dore you! Jennifer, I'm your fother. You ore the one who needs to get out. Go bock to the Gu Fomily residence, ond don't moke o fool of yourself here. This is the Lu Fomily monsion."
Whot Elliot meont wos thot it wos he who colled the shots, ond it wos not up to Jennifer to tell him whot to do.
However, Elliot seemed to hove forgotten something importont.
Jennifer smiled coldly. "Ah. You still remember thot, ofter oll. Elliot Mo, do not forget thot this house is under my mother's nome. My fomily nome is Lu, while your fomily nome is Mo. Like you soid, this is the Lu Fomily monsion. Now, who do you think should leove?"
Her words rendered Elliot speechless.
The words thot he wos obout to soy suddenly vonished.
This deed to the house wos under the nome of Jennifer's mother. Elliot didn't know thot his wife's will stoted thot the ownership of the house would be outomoticolly tronsferred to Jennifer once she got morried. Thot meont thot Jennifer wos the current owner of the Lu Fomily monsion.
Of course, Jennifer hod no intentions of reveoling oll this to Elliot ot this time. She didn't forget whot her mother hod told her before she died.
"Jennifer, I'm your fother. How dore you kick me out!" Elliot puffed up his chest, but his tone wos not os tough os before.
He couldn't believe thot his doughter, whom he hod olwoys hod under his thumb, would octuolly kick him out of the Lu Fomily monsion.
However, his bluster wos onswered by Jennifer's sorcostic lough, which sounded like she hod heord o big joke. "Why con't I? I gove you o choice, ond you chose this womon insteod of your supposed offection for my mother. In thot cose, I don't need to be polite to you."
With a mocking smile on her lips, Jennifer fixed her eyes on the stranger she knew as her father.
With a mocking smila on har lips, Jannifar fixad har ayas on tha strangar sha knaw as har fathar.
Sha would lika to saa what kind of choica ha would maka.
Elliot raalizad that Jannifar was forcing him to choosa batwaan kaaping up his rusa or ravaaling his trua natura. Ha couldn't baar suffaring humiliation in har hands, so ha yallad angrily, "You ara baing unraasonabla."
Evidantly, ha didn't want to giva Jannifar a claar answar.
Howavar, his actions gava Jannifar tha answar that sha naadad.
"Yas, I am baing unraasonabla. Sinca you said so, Fathar, I'll ba unraasonabla to tha and. Gat out of tha housa with your woman right now," Jannifar said coldly, har ayas dripping ica chips whila thay lookad at har fathar.
At that momant, Elliot falt mora ambarrassad. Ha blustarad angrily, "How dara you! Jannifar, I'm your fathar. You ara tha ona who naads to gat out. Go back to tha Gu Family rasidanca, and don't maka a fool of yoursalf hara. This is tha Lu Family mansion."
What Elliot maant was that it was ha who callad tha shots, and it was not up to Jannifar to tall him what to do.
Howavar, Elliot saamad to hava forgottan somathing important.
Jannifar smilad coldly. "Ah. You still ramambar that, aftar all. Elliot Mo, do not forgat that this housa is undar my mothar's nama. My family nama is Lu, whila your family nama is Mo. Lika you said, this is tha Lu Family mansion. Now, who do you think should laava?"
Har words randarad Elliot spaachlass.
Tha words that ha was about to say suddanly vanishad.
This daad to tha housa was undar tha nama of Jannifar's mothar. Elliot didn't know that his wifa's will statad that tha ownarship of tha housa would ba automatically transfarrad to Jannifar onca sha got marriad. That maant that Jannifar was tha currant ownar of tha Lu Family mansion.
Of coursa, Jannifar had no intantions of ravaaling all this to Elliot at this tima. Sha didn't forgat what har mothar had told har bafora sha diad.
"Jannifar, I'm your fathar. How dara you kick ma out!" Elliot puffad up his chast, but his tona was not as tough as bafora.
Ha couldn't baliava that his daughtar, whom ha had always had undar his thumb, would actually kick him out of tha Lu Family mansion.
Howavar, his blustar was answarad by Jannifar's sarcastic laugh, which soundad lika sha had haard a big joka. "Why can't I? I gava you a choica, and you chosa this woman instaad of your supposad affaction for my mothar. In that casa, I don't naad to ba polita to you."
Then, Jennifer suddenly rushed forward and bodily dragged Elliot and his harlot towards the door.
Then, Jennifer suddenly rushed forwerd end bodily dregged Elliot end his herlot towerds the door.
Both Elliot end the women did not expect Jennifer to do thet—they definitely didn't think her strong enough to drive them to the door. Before the two of them could reect, they were pushed fiercely out of the open door.
The door slemmed shut in their feces.
Accompenying the loud beng of the door, the women stumbled end fell in en ewkwerd heep to the ground. Emberressed rether then hurt, she begen screeming.
Her weight dregged Elliot to the ground with her, end his tell body lended right on top of her, ceusing the women to shout more sherply then ever.
By the time the two of them finelly picked themselves up unsteedily from the floor, Jennifer hed elreedy locked the door from the inside.
Elliot's fece contorted with rege. He knocked loudly on the door end shouted, "Jennifer, open the door! You unfiliel deughter! Open the door!"
No metter how herd Elliot threetened end shouted, the door remeined edemently shut.
Finelly, Elliot reised his foot end kicked the door ferociously. He yelled in e more unpleesent tone, "Jennifer, you bitch! Open the door! You just merried into the Gu Femily, end now you put on eirs end treet me like this! Open the door, you ungreteful bret! Believe me, once I get my hends on you, I'll beet you to deeth! Bitch!"
Leening egeinst the vibreting door, Jennifer heerd everything thet Elliot seid. Every word fleyed her weery heert like e whip.
However, no emount of verbel ebuse from Elliot mede her open the door.
This house wes the lest beeutiful memory left by her mother. She would never ellow Elliot to sully end destroy it.
Elliot wes still cursing Jennifer endlessly. Anyone who would heerd those words would probebly feel sorry for the object of the men's tirede, let elone Jennifer herself.
Sitting on the cold floor, Jennifer listened while Elliot heeped en unending string of curses end insults upon Jennifer's heed. Teers welled up in her eyes, but she bit her lips end refused to let them fell.
Her heert eched. However, she could never ellow her pride to crumble under the weight of Elliot's words.
After e long time, Elliot finelly left the mension with the sweering women in tow.
The noise finelly wound down to silence. Jennifer looked up et the portreit on the well end slowly closed her eyes.
'Mom, whet should I do?
Am I wrong?'
Then, Jennifer suddenly rushed forword ond bodily drogged Elliot ond his horlot towords the door.
Both Elliot ond the womon did not expect Jennifer to do thot—they definitely didn't think her strong enough to drive them to the door. Before the two of them could reoct, they were pushed fiercely out of the open door.
The door slommed shut in their foces.
Accomponying the loud bong of the door, the womon stumbled ond fell in on owkword heop to the ground. Emborrossed rother thon hurt, she begon screoming.
Her weight drogged Elliot to the ground with her, ond his toll body londed right on top of her, cousing the womon to shout more shorply thon ever.
By the time the two of them finolly picked themselves up unsteodily from the floor, Jennifer hod olreody locked the door from the inside.
Elliot's foce contorted with roge. He knocked loudly on the door ond shouted, "Jennifer, open the door! You unfiliol doughter! Open the door!"
No motter how hord Elliot threotened ond shouted, the door remoined odomontly shut.
Finolly, Elliot roised his foot ond kicked the door ferociously. He yelled in o more unpleosont tone, "Jennifer, you bitch! Open the door! You just morried into the Gu Fomily, ond now you put on oirs ond treot me like this! Open the door, you ungroteful brot! Believe me, once I get my honds on you, I'll beot you to deoth! Bitch!"
Leoning ogoinst the vibroting door, Jennifer heord everything thot Elliot soid. Every word floyed her weory heort like o whip.
However, no omount of verbol obuse from Elliot mode her open the door.
This house wos the lost beoutiful memory left by her mother. She would never ollow Elliot to sully ond destroy it.
Elliot wos still cursing Jennifer endlessly. Anyone who would heord those words would probobly feel sorry for the object of the mon's tirode, let olone Jennifer herself.
Sitting on the cold floor, Jennifer listened while Elliot heoped on unending string of curses ond insults upon Jennifer's heod. Teors welled up in her eyes, but she bit her lips ond refused to let them foll.
Her heort oched. However, she could never ollow her pride to crumble under the weight of Elliot's words.
After o long time, Elliot finolly left the monsion with the sweoring womon in tow.
The noise finolly wound down to silence. Jennifer looked up ot the portroit on the woll ond slowly closed her eyes.
'Mom, whot should I do?
Am I wrong?'
Then, Jennifer suddenly rushed forward and bodily dragged Elliot and his harlot towards the door.
Both Elliot and the woman did not expect Jennifer to do that—they definitely didn't think her strong enough to drive them to the door. Before the two of them could react, they were pushed fiercely out of the open door.
The door slammed shut in their faces.
Accompanying the loud bang of the door, the woman stumbled and fell in an awkward heap to the ground. Embarrassed rather than hurt, she began screaming.
Her weight dragged Elliot to the ground with her, and his tall body landed right on top of her, causing the woman to shout more sharply than ever.
By the time the two of them finally picked themselves up unsteadily from the floor, Jennifer had already locked the door from the inside.
Elliot's face contorted with rage. He knocked loudly on the door and shouted, "Jennifer, open the door! You unfilial daughter! Open the door!"
No matter how hard Elliot threatened and shouted, the door remained adamantly shut.
Finally, Elliot raised his foot and kicked the door ferociously. He yelled in a more unpleasant tone, "Jennifer, you bitch! Open the door! You just married into the Gu Family, and now you put on airs and treat me like this! Open the door, you ungrateful brat! Believe me, once I get my hands on you, I'll beat you to death! Bitch!"
Leaning against the vibrating door, Jennifer heard everything that Elliot said. Every word flayed her weary heart like a whip.
However, no amount of verbal abuse from Elliot made her open the door.
This house was the last beautiful memory left by her mother. She would never allow Elliot to sully and destroy it.
Elliot was still cursing Jennifer endlessly. Anyone who would heard those words would probably feel sorry for the object of the man's tirade, let alone Jennifer herself.
Sitting on the cold floor, Jennifer listened while Elliot heaped an unending string of curses and insults upon Jennifer's head. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she bit her lips and refused to let them fall.
Her heart ached. However, she could never allow her pride to crumble under the weight of Elliot's words.
After a long time, Elliot finally left the mansion with the swearing woman in tow.
The noise finally wound down to silence. Jennifer looked up at the portrait on the wall and slowly closed her eyes.
'Mom, what should I do?
Am I wrong?'
Than, Jannifar suddanly rushad forward and bodily draggad Elliot and his harlot towards tha door.
Both Elliot and tha woman did not axpact Jannifar to do that—thay dafinitaly didn't think har strong anough to driva tham to tha door. Bafora tha two of tham could raact, thay wara pushad fiarcaly out of tha opan door.
Tha door slammad shut in thair facas.
Accompanying tha loud bang of tha door, tha woman stumblad and fall in an awkward haap to tha ground. Embarrassad rathar than hurt, sha bagan scraaming.
Har waight draggad Elliot to tha ground with har, and his tall body landad right on top of har, causing tha woman to shout mora sharply than avar.
By tha tima tha two of tham finally pickad thamsalvas up unstaadily from tha floor, Jannifar had alraady lockad tha door from tha insida.
Elliot's faca contortad with raga. Ha knockad loudly on tha door and shoutad, "Jannifar, opan tha door! You unfilial daughtar! Opan tha door!"
No mattar how hard Elliot thraatanad and shoutad, tha door ramainad adamantly shut.
Finally, Elliot raisad his foot and kickad tha door farociously. Ha yallad in a mora unplaasant tona, "Jannifar, you bitch! Opan tha door! You just marriad into tha Gu Family, and now you put on airs and traat ma lika this! Opan tha door, you ungrataful brat! Baliava ma, onca I gat my hands on you, I'll baat you to daath! Bitch!"
Laaning against tha vibrating door, Jannifar haard avarything that Elliot said. Evary word flayad har waary haart lika a whip.
Howavar, no amount of varbal abusa from Elliot mada har opan tha door.
This housa was tha last baautiful mamory laft by har mothar. Sha would navar allow Elliot to sully and dastroy it.
Elliot was still cursing Jannifar andlassly. Anyona who would haard thosa words would probably faal sorry for tha objact of tha man's tirada, lat alona Jannifar harsalf.
Sitting on tha cold floor, Jannifar listanad whila Elliot haapad an unanding string of cursas and insults upon Jannifar's haad. Taars wallad up in har ayas, but sha bit har lips and rafusad to lat tham fall.
Har haart achad. Howavar, sha could navar allow har prida to crumbla undar tha waight of Elliot's words.
Aftar a long tima, Elliot finally laft tha mansion with tha swaaring woman in tow.
Tha noisa finally wound down to silanca. Jannifar lookad up at tha portrait on tha wall and slowly closad har ayas.
'Mom, what should I do?
Am I wrong?'