Chapter 576: I’m the Same, I Don’t Want to Acknowledge You
Chapter 576: Chapter 576: I’m the Same, I Don’t Want to Acknowledge You
Vincent Morgan’s eyes narrowed, instantly grasping the hidden meaning in Yvonne Morgan’s words. "So you’re saying you’re *still* my sister?"
Yvonne Morgan realized she might have said the wrong thing and quickly tried to recover. "But you’re the one who said I would always be your sister, didn’t you?"
"I did say that." Vincent Morgan’s expression turned stern. "But that wasn’t your attitude back then."
Back then, she always acted so humble, understanding, and accommodating.
She often said she wasn’t a part of this family, that if Renee Jennings was willing to come back, she would leave immediately.
’So why the sudden change of tune?’
Yvonne Morgan’s eyelashes trembled as she explained in a low voice, "I only said that because hearing you ask me to stay made me feel secure."
"Aunt told you," Vincent Morgan said, his tone certain.
"What?" Yvonne Morgan feigned confusion. "What did Aunt tell me?"
Vincent Morgan raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, his tone flat yet dangerous. "It seems I should book a ticket to a different destination."
"I’m not leaving!" Yvonne Morgan took a few steps back, her voice rising. "I am a daughter of the Morgan family!"
"So you did find out." Vincent Morgan studied her, a complicated look in his eyes. "Yvonne," he advised, "you’d be better off leaving this place."
"I won’t leave!" Yvonne Morgan shrieked, her expression agitated. "I’m Dad’s daughter! Why should I be the one to leave?"
’I have to stay so I can inherit the Morgan family fortune.’
"You’re not leaving?" Vincent Morgan asked.
"That’s right. This is my home."
"Fine." Vincent Morgan stood up and walked straight to the door. "This is your choice. I hope you won’t regret it."
"Why would I regret it?" Yvonne Morgan asked, confused.
Vincent Morgan had already walked out of the study.
He went up to the second floor and knocked on Aria Sinclair’s door.
"Come in."
Vincent Morgan pushed the door open and walked in. "Mom, Yvonne doesn’t want to leave."
"I see." Aria Sinclair set down her tablet. "Let’s go to a hotel for now. We’ll look at villas tomorrow."
’She hadn’t planned on keeping this house anyway. Since Yvonne Morgan refuses to leave, she can have the place to herself.’
When Aria Sinclair left, she dismissed all the staff, checking into the presidential suite with Vincent Morgan and two maids.
Zoe Morgan arrived at the Morgan residence, only to find the main gate locked tight and the passcode changed. She couldn’t get in at all.
Frowning, she dialed Yvonne Morgan’s number. "Yvonne, are you home?"
"I am."
"Come to the gate and let me in."
"Why? Can’t you get in by yourself?"
Zoe Morgan explained, "I can’t. The code’s been changed."
"Okay, I’m coming now." As Yvonne Morgan left her room, she realized the house was dead silent. She didn’t see a single servant.
’Where the hell did everyone go?’
Yvonne Morgan slowly made her way to the main gate, opened it, and said suspiciously, "Auntie, there’s not a single person in the house."
"How can that be?" A sense of unease washed over Zoe Morgan.
"I don’t know." Yvonne Morgan then recounted how Vincent Morgan had told her to pack her bags and leave the Morgan family. "Dad must have told them!"
Zoe Morgan’s brow furrowed, a flicker of displeasure in her eyes. "How could Vincent do that to you? You’re his own sister! He’s gone too far!"
"What should we do now?" Yvonne Morgan asked.
"Your father is still angry right now." Zoe Morgan sat on the sofa and comforted her. "Wait until tomorrow. I’ll contact him and find out what’s going on."
"Okay, I’ll listen to you, Auntie." Yvonne Morgan nodded lightly, but inwardly she thought, ’She’s so useless.’
**
After dinner, Renee Jennings suddenly received a call from Faye Wyatt.
She stood in the moonlight and asked softly, "Faye, are you asking me out for a few drinks?"
Hearing this, Faye Wyatt sounded pleasantly surprised. "Really? You can make it?"
"Of course."
"The usual spot at ten, then?"
"Deal."
"Oh, right, bring your sister, Summer, and Michelle."
"Got it."
"Wait, don’t hang up yet." Faye Wyatt remembered she hadn’t gotten to the real reason she called. "Aria Sinclair asked me for your phone number. Is it okay to give it to her?"
After a moment of thought, Renee Jennings said, "Go ahead."
Not long after she hung up, her phone rang again.
Renee Jennings glanced at the caller ID. It was an unknown number.
She answered, her voice calm. "Hello?"
"Renee, it’s me." Aria Sinclair’s gentle voice came from the receiver.
"Ms. Sinclair." Renee Jennings looked up at the night sky, her tone placid. "Is there something you need?"
"Actually, yes." Aria Sinclair pursed her lips, speaking hesitantly. "Are you free tomorrow? I’m planning to go house-hunting, and I was thinking... of picking one out for you."
Hearing this, Renee Jennings let out a soft laugh. "Thank you for the kind offer, but I don’t need it."
"Renee, are you blaming me?" Aria Sinclair’s voice was full of guilt, and her breathing became heavier. "I’m the one who wronged you."
’She must have lost her mind back then, delaying the reunion with her biological daughter for so long. It wasn’t until the moment she lost her that she knew to cherish her.’
"I don’t blame you." Renee Jennings suddenly realized that her mindset had become very peaceful when facing the Morgan family. To her, Aria Sinclair was just a stranger now. "And you don’t need to apologize to me."
"It wasn’t your fault the children were switched."
"It also wasn’t your fault that you didn’t want to acknowledge your real child."
Renee Jennings gave a tight-lipped smile. "Because I feel the same way. I don’t want a reunion either."
"Renee..." Aria Sinclair’s voice trembled. "Are you very disappointed in me?"
"Of course not." Renee Jennings’s tone softened slightly. "How can there be disappointment when there were never any expectations?"
"I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry..." On the other end of the line, Aria Sinclair was sobbing uncontrollably.
Listening to her cries, Renee Jennings felt nothing in particular.
After listening for a moment, she finally asked, "Are you done crying? I have something to do in a bit."
Aria Sinclair quickly stopped, her voice thick with nasality as she stammered through her sobs, "I’m sorry, I’ll hang up right now. Goodbye."
"Wait."
"Yes, Renee? Go on."
"Have you settled the score with Zoe Morgan yet?"
"Not yet." Aria Sinclair’s voice had become hoarse. "I’m planning to tomorrow."
"When the time comes, can my friends and I come watch?" Renee Jennings asked bluntly.
’Michelle Fuller would definitely love this.’
How could Aria Sinclair possibly refuse her? At this point, even if Renee Jennings were asking for her life, she would agree.
"Of course you can. I’ll let you know tomorrow after I’ve confirmed the time and place."
Renee Jennings smiled, satisfied. "Alright, thanks."
After hanging up, she turned and went into the villa.
Diana Jennings, Rhea Dempsey, and Dalton Jenson were sitting cross-legged on the carpet, while Zane and Jasmine stood. All five of them were battling with a craft project for the next day.
Renee Jennings blinked and decided to join them.
Glenn Zane couldn’t help, so she went to the kitchen to cut up a plate of fruit.
Munching on fruit, Renee Jennings said, "By the way, Sis, Faye asked me to invite you to hang out."
"When?" Diana Jennings asked.
"In half an hour." Renee Jennings looked at Rhea Dempsey and Dalton Jenson, grinning. "I’m leaving Zane and Jasmine to you two old-timers."