Chapter 78 Refusing Her Entry
Chapter 78 Refusing Her Entry
“I already said, Uncle Maddox isn’t here today,” Marley cut in. “So I’ll handle this.”
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She turned to Quinn, a cruel smile playing at her lips. “Quinn, not just anyone gets to place urns or memorial tablets in the Bridger family’s ancestral hall. Even if you’re related, don’t even dream of bringing your parents here. And if you know what’s good for you, leave now.”
Quinn’s eyes turned cold. “Why should I?”
“You really don’t get it, do you?” Pamela scoffed. “Marley’s the darling daughter of the main branch. If she wanted, she could kick you out of Yarburn without even blinking.”
“So the main branch can do whatever it wants?” Quinn asked, voice sharp.
“No one dares question Marley,” Pamela continued. “She’s not just backed by the Bridgers, she’s close to the powerful Whitethorn family in Jexburgh. She and Julius Whitethorn are childhood friends. Who could ever compete with that? If Marley goes to Julius to shut you out, not just Yarburn, you’d have nowhere in the entire country to go!”
“Really?” Quinn asked, lifting her eyebrows. “I’m honestly curious. Does Julius have the kind of power to make it impossible for me to stay in the country?”
As soon as she said it, Pamela seemed to suddenly recall something. Wasn’t it just yesterday that Quinn and Julius had shown up together at the restaurant?
“You seriously think whatever’s going on between you and Julius can compare to the bond between Marley and him? Those two aren’t just childhood friends. Marley, she’s-”
“That’s enough, Pamela!” Marley cut her friend off sharply, her eyes locking onto Quinn with open hostility. “Quinn, this is the Bridger family’s ancestral hall. I don’t care what connection you think you have with Julius; he has no say in the internal affairs of our family ancestral hall. And I’ll make it clear to you right now–don’t even think about setting foot in there today.”
“And who gave you the authority to say that?” Quinn replied coldly.
“I did,” Marley said with unwavering confidence. “As long as I decide you’re not allowed in, no one here will let you through.”
Quinn looked around at the staff standing inside the ancestral hall. They all seemed ready to follow orders without hesitation. “Even if I’m from the fifth branch of the Bridger family, you’re still saying I can’t enter?”
“Even if you really are who you say you are, it doesn’t matter. I still won’t let you in,” Marley shot back. She was seething. She’d been utterly embarrassed in front of Julius because of Quinn. Now, she was determined to return the favor.
“You sure know how to play tyrant,” Quinn said, staring at Marley with a frosty expression. you remember the Bridger family’s ancestral values–loyalty, filial piety, propriety, righteousness, benevolence. And didn’t our family always teach us to help each other in times of peril? Now here you are, blocking one of your own from entering the ancestral hall. How do you justify that?”
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“My word stands,” Marley snapped. She waved to the security guards. “Get her out of here. I won’t have someone like her dragging down the Bridger name.”
After finally coming back to Yarburn, I can’t even walk into the family ancestral hall? Grandpa, Dad… if you’re watching from above, what would you think, seeing your own daughter turned away like this?

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