Chapter 370


    Facing his interrogation, Marian mped her jaw tight with determination. "Who she is has nothing


    to do with you, and how I spoil her is none of your business. If it weren''t for the fact that you''re


    Eddie''s father, do you really think the York family would let you off the hook so easily? Especially


    after the way you treated May? You''re not wee in this ce. Get out now, or I''ll have the


    security toss you out this instant!"


    Casey was also fuming, grabbing a broom and swinging it at Paolo. "I warned youst time, if you


    dare insult my daughter again, I won''t let it slide. My little princess, whom I''ve cherished since she


    was born, is not someone for you to nder!"


    Hended a broom strike across Paolo''s back. It wasn''t painful, but the insult was potent. Paolo


    wanted to retaliate, but a chilling nce from Ian sent him scurrying back. He clenched his fists


    tightly, ring at Casey with venom. "You better not fall into my hands, or I swear I''ll finish you!"


    Ian eyed Paolo with a frosty stare. "Go ahead, make a move. Let''s see if you can walk out of here


    alive."


    Paolo''s teeth were practically grinding to dust as he pointed at Edwin and sneered, "You can see


    that your old man is getting hit, and you don''t utter a peep. Edwin, you sure are the model son.


    You''re in cahoots with Ian. He confined his own mother. Are you thinking of throwing me into the


    doghouse as well?"


    Edwin''s face was expressionless as he looked on. "If you dare go after ra again, it''s not out of


    the question."


    "Ha! Always ra. Is she your ancestor or something? Ian locked up his mother for her, and you''d


    confine me for her, too. Fine, you all just wait. Sooner orter, you''ll regret it!" With those words,


    Paolo stormed off without looking back.


    Casey was breathing heavily with rage. He couldn''t stomach Paolo''s repeated insults towards


    ra. Turning to Snow, hemanded, "Snow, that man bullied your mom. Give him a scare."


    Snow, obeying the order, darted out and charged towards Paolo, barking ferociously. He grabbed


    Paolo''s pant leg in his jaws and tugged fiercely.


    Paolo panicked and started to run, but the faster he ran, the more viciously Snow pursued. The dog


    leaped, tearing at his clothes in a frenzy.


    Soon, the once dashing and debonair Mr. Paolo was scrambling into his car, his clothes in disarray.


    Snow relentlessly continued to chase and bark at the retreating vehicle.


    Seeing this scene, Casey''s frustration finally lifted. He muttered with satisfaction, "Insult my girl, and


    I''ll deal with you every single time!"


    ra approached with a smile. "I''ve never seen you fight before. What''s gotten into you these past


    few days? You''ve already fought twice for me."


    "Because no one is allowed to insult you. They can insult me, but never you."


    Ian joined in, proudly saying, "You deserve a thumbs up!"


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    ra shot him a look. "Don''t you stir things up. Dad just had surgery. He shouldn''t be getting so


    worked up. Are you trying to kill him?"


    "The reason he had heart problems before was because he kept things bottled up. I think letting it


    out like this is good for him. Otherwise, would you rather he keep the frustration inside? That would


    just negate the effects of his surgery."


    Casey nodded in agreement. "Ian''s right. I do feel a lot better. I''m not so frustrated anymore. I could


    even eat three tes of pasta for lunch today, haha."


    Witnessing their close-knit rtionship, Marian sighed inwardly. Paolo brought nothing but hurt to


    ra, while Casey cherished her like a treasure. How could ra possibly acknowledge such a


    jerk as her father?


    This small incident didn''t interrupt Marian''s affection for ra. She went to the kitchen and whipped


    up several delightful dishes.


    Edwin, who couldn''t resist, snatched one up and popped it into his mouth, looking at ra with a


    hint of longing. "ra, my grandma hasn''t cooked these dishes in years. I''ve been craving them for


    ages, and she never made them for me, but today, thanks to you, I''m in luck."


    ra was, of course, delighted by Marian''s warm reception. She retrieved the bottle of homemade


    blueberry wine that Brodie''s mother had given her from the liquor cab.


    "Grandma, this was made by my friend''s mom. I remember you love blueberry wine. Let''s have a


    taste."