Hailey had her neck shrunk down, her face filled with terror as she watched Patrick, her small hands clamped tightly over her mouth.
She looked completely terrified.
She didn't dare to make a single sound.
Benedict’s frown deepened.
He understood Hailey's fear at that moment.
But looking at her, a complicated emotion swelled within him.
If… if it were Serena, upon seeing their father treat their mother like this, she would have definitely rushed forward without a second thought to protect her…
But Hailey?
She was the precious treasure their mother had doted on and spoiled her entire life, yet now she was only concerned with her own fear. Forget protecting her mother…
She didn’t even have the courage to say a word in her defense or offer a helping hand.
Benedict subconsciously frowned and looked at Serena, trying to find a trace of pity or emotion on her face.
But…
The girl’s expression remained as calm as still water, her cool, bright eyes holding nothing but pure indifference.
There was even…
A hint of mockery.
It was as if the drama unfolding before her was nothing more than a clown show.
There was absolutely no sign that she was moved by Marianne’s miserable state.
That look in her eyes…
It was like a sharp thorn that stabbed fiercely into Benedict’s heart, intensifying the inexplicable emotion welling up inside him.
The girl’s direct question made the Wynn father and son's eyes flicker, and they guiltily looked away.
Patrick was the quickest to react, forcing a smile, his face full of eagerness. “That was because Dad was too busy before, so I didn’t have time to care about you. Don’t worry, in the future… in the future, Dad will definitely dote on you like a princess, a treasure!”
“Your room, your mother and I haven’t touched it. You can move right back in!”
Serena couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Her laughter was utterly sarcastic, as if she had just heard the biggest joke in the world.
That laugh made Patrick’s heart pound with anxiety.
Serena’s eyes were filled with scorn. “Mr. Wynn, I’m afraid that even now, you still have no idea where I actually lived in the Wynn family home, do you?”
Patrick’s heart lurched violently. He subconsciously glanced at Marianne, who was still on the ground.
Marianne had clearly remembered something. Amidst the humiliation twisting her features, a rare and unnatural flicker of guilt appeared on her face.

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