Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1448:

“Why are you back so late? Were you out on a date with that loser?”

Felicia’s voice cut through the stillness as Thea passed the living room. The lights were ablaze, and there sat Felicia, draped in her nightgown, eyeing Thea with a sharp gaze.

Feeling cornered by Felicia’s scrutiny, Thea avoided her eyes and muttered, “You could say it was a date.”

Felicia’s heart sank as she pointed at Thea, her voice trembling. “How many times must I warn you? That man is no good for you. I’ve introduced you to decent men, yet you chase after the worst. I can’t understand why.”

Thea clenched her jaw, firing back, “You think you know what I need? Do my thoughts even matter to you? It seems like you’re more interested in managing my life than in my happiness. You don’t love me for me; you care about the lineage. It’s always been Elyse, hasn’t it?”noveldrama

“Ungrateful! Is that really your belief?” Felicia exploded in anger. “Controlling your life? If I were, would I let you come home at this hour or see him at all? I’d have locked you up to think things over!”

Tears sprang to Thea’s eyes as she shouted back, her voice cracking. “What else will you threaten me with? Go on! I’m done caring about your approval!”

Felicia grasped at her chest, struggling to breathe.

Thea, though scared, stood firm, biting her lip defiantly.

Felicia’s rage almost overcame her, but after several deep breaths, she managed to steady herself. Her face turned ghostly pale, aging visibly as she whispered, “You think I don’t love you, that I favor Elyse over you? You’re so blind.”

Thea snorted. “Do you even love me? If so, why the meager allowance? Fifty thousand a month—do you think that’s sufficient? As a Benson, I’m living worse than a regular employee.”

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A flicker of sadness and disappointment passed through Felicia’s eyes as she murmured, “Is that how you see me?”

“After everything I’ve done—treating you like my own flesh and blood, devoting myself to you—how do you repay my love? You never saw me as your own granddaughter!” Thea’s eyes, bright with unshed tears, blazed with years of pent-up anger and betrayal.

Felicia observed Thea with an inscrutable expression before releasing a weary sigh. “If you truly believe I’ve wronged you, that I’ve failed you… then perhaps that’s how it must be.”

“So you finally acknowledge it,” Thea sneered, bitter triumph lacing her words.

Ice crystallized in Felicia’s tone. “Blood relation or not, I’ve never done you wrong. The inheritance will come to you—as is your right—but not on your terms, not today.”

“Why must I wait? I need it now!” Thea’s composure shattered. Her mind raced to her boyfriend’s expectations. With that money, she could silence his anger, buy his affection with the car he demanded.

Wisdom and resignation mingled in Felicia’s steady gaze. “In your current state, do you honestly believe you’re equipped to handle such wealth? Each month, money appears in your account while you idle away your days at home, neither working nor growing. Among all your cousins, you alone drift without purpose or drive. Have you ever wondered about the source of your monthly allowance?”

“I’ve wanted to work,” Thea shot back, defensive. “You barred me from the family business!”

Felicia’s laugh held no warmth. “Is our company the world’s sole employer? You studied painting. You graduated a year ago. How many paintings have you created in that time? I made you a promise, didn’t I? Show me dedication to your craft, and I’d open doors to your first solo exhibition. But here we stand, and your canvas remains untouched. Instead, you’ve mastered the art of spending, drowning yourself in designer labels and hollow luxuries.”

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