Chapter 205

Giselle Gould hid a smirk as Grace White's defiant attitude played right into her hands.

With practiced theatrics, she dabbed at her eyes. "Grace, my mother hasn't slept properly for years searching for you. How could you break her heart like this?"

"She's still your elder," Giselle added pointedly.

Grace let out a cold laugh, done entertaining their charade.

Playing the victim was easy—but she was sick to death of this mother-daughter act. That so-called father of hers had never shown her an ounce of warmth. The memories of his blatant favoritism still turned her stomach.

"Worthless," Grace spat, eyes flashing. "The sight of you two makes me sick."

"Get out."

Though Beatrice and Giselle had achieved their goal, the public humiliation left them seething.

Winston Gould trembled with rage. "Ungrateful wretch! Who taught you to speak to your elders this way?"

"I had a mother but no father to raise me," Grace shot back. "My mother's fortune will last me lifetimes."

"After she died, I endured abuse from nannies and torment from these two. And you dare lecture me about respect?"

She enunciated every word: "Don't you dare play the father card. You. Don't. Deserve. It."

The venom in her glare stunned Winston.

In his mind, he'd never mistreated her—she'd had the finest clothes, the best education. He'd even believed his wife treated Grace kindly.

"You—!" He choked on his fury.

Grace cut him off. "I made myself clear when I publicly disowned you years ago."

"The sight of you disgusts me. Never come near me again."

Years of pent-up rage finally unleashed.

"Let's go."

She took Lucy and Noah's hands, striding toward the exit without a backward glance.

Winston bellowed after her, "Grace Gould! You're throwing away the Gould legacy?"

Grace didn't pause. "The Gould Group? It's worth less than dirt to me."

"Remember this—my name is Grace White now."

The door slammed shut with finality.

Outside, Winston's enraged shouts echoed: "That wretched girl! Absolute disgrace!"

Beatrice feigned concern. "Darling, don't upset yourself. She's just confused..."

"Perhaps we should return another—"

Her placating tone only fueled his fury.

"From today onward, I have no daughter!"

As their footsteps faded, Grace exhaled deeply.

Lucy's eyes sparkled. "Mom, you were amazing!"

Noah nodded vigorously. "Yeah! What right does that old man have to criticize you?"

Warmth flooded Grace's heart at her children's support.

"Mom," Lucy asked suddenly, "where are the Gould family graves?"

If they cared so much about their legacy...

It was time to erase the Goulds from existence.