Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 461 - : Who takes women seriously?

Chapter 461: Chapter 461: Who takes women seriously?

Teagan Cheney spoke with a tone of profound sadness, a layer of sorrow and bleakness clouding his face.

“Should I thank you on behalf of my mother for still remembering her?” Sylvan Cheney had an icy tone in his voice.

Teagan Cheney knew it in his heart; every time he met his son, it would end in an argument.

Over the years, Sylvan matured, and his attitude grew colder.

“I’ve come back this time, naturally to pay her a visit.”

Teagan Cheney shook his head, sighing deeply.

“It depends on whether my mother wants to see you.” Sylvan challenged Teagan.

Teagan Cheney choked on his words; his son had an uncanny knack for making people upset.

Sylvan was well aware of the real reason Teagan had traveled all the way back home—it was for his mother’s estate.

He had the audacity to claim it.

His mother’s been dead for many years, yet he hadn’t returned once to pay his respects.

Yet, now he’s back.

“Sylvan, whether you resent me or hate me, I have my own difficulties. Regardless, we are still father and son, we share a blood relation that can’t be severed.” Teagan said, “Why don’t we sit down and talk it out?”

“No need, if there are relationships that I do not wish to acknowledge, no one can force me.”

“Sylvan, I understand your youthful fervour, but there are certain things that you should not be so absolute about. When you get older, you will understand my predicament.”

“Are you saying you had difficulties when you abandoned my mother to marry another woman and have children with her?”

“You’re not unaware of some of the reasons. There’s no need for me to explain again.” Teagan Cheney’s face held visible dissatisfaction. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

His relationship with Qiana Childe held no love.

Their marriage had been forced.

Qiana Childe liked him, he didn’t like Qiana Childe. That was all.

“Of course I know, but because I know, I’m telling you now, my mother does not welcome you, and neither do I!”

Sylvan’s words rang out powerfully, his face solemn and stern.

When they first got married, Qiana Childe pursued Teagan Cheney. But didn’t Teagan ultimately agree to marry because of Qiana Childe and Spencer Childe’s family wealth and business?

Sylvan knew his father’s character inside and out.

Later, with the money from his mother, Teagan went abroad and became wealthy, established a mistress, and never returned to his home country.

Only when his mother committed suicide by jumping into a lake did he return for one last look.

But by then, they were already worlds apart.

“Sylvan, why hold onto these grudges? Wasn’t your mother at fault as well?” Teagan Cheney said indifferently.

“She pursued you, you could have refused her, but you did not.” Sylvan spoke with a cold detachment, “Your actions…you do not deserve to be called a husband.”

“Sylvan, why pin me down on these semantics? It’s been so many years. As a man yourself, let me ask you, in matters of marriage and love, if you could take advantage of it, would you let such an opportunity slip by without costing you anything?”

With a sneer that wasn’t quite a sneer, Teagan acted without shame.

He didn’t quite understand why Sylvan was so worked up. It had been so many years.

Sylvan could be so obstinate.

Just like his mother.

“Men, who takes women seriously? Just like my wife later on, I only wanted her because she was pretty with a good figure, she adored and liked me, she wasn’t as assertive as your mother.”

“Teagan Cheney, get out!”

There is a shattered rage in Sylvan’s eyes, his face dark and unreadable.

He grabbed a cup from the table and flung it towards Teagan. The cup flew in an arc before landing with a “clang,” shattering into pieces.

A shard nicked Sylvan’s hand, blood trickling down from the back.