Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35 A Father’s Doubt

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Thus daughter of his wasn’t like Lydia. She didn’t bring honor to the family or help him. Instead, she made enemies everywhere she went. Having her felt more like a curse than a blessing.

Lydia poured Wilson a cup of tea and gently comforted him. “Dad, don’t be upset. I know Quade pretty well. As long as Claudia is willing to apologize, his family won’t press the issue.”

As for what it would take to calm Quade down, that was out of her hands.

Still, Lydia smiled sweetly.

Wilson looked at her with relief.

“You hear that? If you could be half as sensible as your sister, I’d live longer.”

It seemed like they hadn’t learned Quade had been exiled by his family. Lydia had rushed to complain a little too quickly.

Claudia gave a cold laugh. “You know he had ended up in the hospital, but you didn’t bother to ask if I was hurt? Or why I fought back in the first place?”

“What else could it be?” Wilson answered without thinking. “He’s close with your sister, and you don’t like it. I heard you ran into him at a bar with a few guys around. You need to stay out of shady places like that.”

Claudia rebuked, “That’s what Lydia told you? And you just believed her?”

“Don’t drag your sister into this. She’s always defending you.”

“Haha.” Claudia didn’t even bother to argue. “Fine, let me spell it out. Quade and his buddies tried to force me to drink with them. That’s why I hit him. Mr. Lancaster, your daughter got treated like some bar hostess. Maybe it’s because you’re not high enough on the ladder. Tsk. You’re slipping.”

“Claudia!”

Wilson was furious.

But then doubt crept in. “Are you telling the truth?”

Lydia only told him there was a fight, Quade got badly hurt, and his family was furious.

Since Claudia had once put someone in the ER before, Wilson had filled in the blanks on his

own.

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But now it sounded like Quade had insulted his daughter behind his back.

He didn’t think Lyila had stirred trouble on purpose. He figured she’d only half–understood the situation and rushed to tell him.

Wilson frowned. “If that’s the case, if the Zimmers show up at our door, we’ve got the right on our side

He remembered Claudia asking if anyone had bothered to check her injuries. Wilson felt a little guilty. “Are you okay? That punk didn’t take advantage of you, did he?”

“Well, well, Mr. Lancaster finally cares about his daughter. If you accused me a little less, maybe I’d live longer too.” She threw his words back at him.

Wilson took a deep breath. “I’m being serious. Were you hurt? If you were, then we have every reason to demand justice from the Zimmers.”

“Relax. I’m fine. It’s not time for you to put flowers on my grave yet.”

Wilson pressed his fingers hard against his temple. “Can’t you think before you talk? Don’t jinx yourself like that.”

Claudia gave him a thin, bitter smile.

Lydia, watching the exchange, noticed how their tone had softened. Wilson was all bark but no bite. Her eyes dimmed slightly as she mouthed two words to him.

“Grave visit.”

Wilson jolted, remembering what else he had to say. He cleared his throat. “Claudia, Zoey’s memorial is in two days. Don’t forget to come early.”

As usual, the family would gather at the house, prepare offerings, and then head to the cemetery together.

Claudia’s voice tightened. “I know.”

Then she hung up.

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