“You sold the house?!”
Mrs. Cooper’s voice was a shriek. She slammed her silverware down on the table, her eyes blazing as she glared at Liliana. “Liliana, you have gone too far this time!”
“We all know you’re a spoiled, pampered princess, and we’ve let you get away with your little tantrums in the past. But this house was a gift from your grandfather—a multi-million dollar engagement present for you and Linton! You’re an adult, not a child. Have you no sense of proportion?!”
Mrs. Cooper launched into a tirade, her anger growing with every word. What truly infuriated her was the thought of all that money. She’d been unhappy from the start that the house was only in Liliana’s name. Now that she’d sold it, all the proceeds would go straight into her pocket. Why should their family’s money line the pockets of this little brat?
Old Mr. Cooper’s brow furrowed, and he shot Mrs. Cooper a disapproving look. “You’re an elder,” he scolded, his voice firm. “Screaming at a junior at the dinner table. What kind of behavior is that?”
Mrs. Cooper froze, her face falling into a mask of indignation. “Father, I know you dote on Liliana, but selling the house without consulting anyone is a serious matter,” she argued, her voice trembling with injustice. “This time, you can’t take her side!”
Old Mr. Cooper stroked his white beard, his gaze softening as he turned to Liliana. “Liliana, is what Isabella said true? Did you sell the house I gave you and Linton?”

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