Chapter 1533:
“Ms. Patel, will you really leave your father out in the cold?” the host asked.
Maddox chimed in, his voice full of outrage.
“You’re all hearing this, right? That’s my own flesh and blood, treating me like a stranger. I brought her into this world, and now she won’t even lift a finger to help me survive. I can’t believe how ungrateful she is.”
The host nodded along, nudging the story further.
“Whatever the past may be, Ms. Patel, he’s still your father. You ought to support him.”
Charlette watched her father and the host echo each other, their efforts aimed at dragging her name through the mud. She could tell the host had taken Maddox’s money, shaping the conversation so that every word leaned in Maddox’s favor. From the edge of her vision, she caught the smug curl of Maddox’s smile. He was already celebrating a victory he had not yet secured.
Her gaze cut sharply into the camera as she answered deliberately, “A man who drowns himself in alcohol, throws away his earnings on gambling, and strikes my mother until she dies has no right to take a single cent from me.”
Maddox snapped, his voice sharp and insolent.
“Charlette, what nonsense are you peddling now? Making up these fucking stories because you refuse to give me a dime. Damn it! I am your father—and you address me like this? You ungrateful brat! Karma will get you!”
Beneath his polished facade, he was nothing more than a street bully. After a few grandstanding sentences, his real self spilled out in coarse language and menacing sneers.
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 ⍰ 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀・𝖼𝗈𝗆
The presenter leaned forward, formal and measured.
“Ms. Patel, this program is live. You must stand by what you say. You claimed that Mr. Patel was responsible for your mother’s death—do you possess any proof?”
Maddox scoffed with brazen arrogance.
“That’s right. Do you have evidence? If you don’t present proof, it’s—damn, what’s the legal term again? Anyway, you treated me this way, and now I want compensation. Wire me six million a year!”
The studio audience—and the watching crowd online—began to accept the host’s framing, many convinced Charlette was fabricating a tale to avoid supporting her father.
“Unbelievable! She’s concocting stories just so she doesn’t have to support her own father.”
“How could she fabricate such things? Does she even think this through?”
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