From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 229: Chapter 229

The Godard family had not been invited to tonight's banquet.
This entire event had been arranged at Brittany's sudden request. Tyson, due to his poor health, needed rest and was unlikely to attend at all.
Since Brittany would return to Montera with Tyson in the future and they would surely hold another grand celebration then, they decided not to inform them this time.
However, unexpectedly, someone from the Godard family still showed up despite not being notified.
"Is it Uncle?" Morris asked anxiously.
Tyson wasn't in good health, so it had to be Max representing the Godard family.
"Both Mr. Godards are here," the butler said excitedly.
As soon as they heard Tyson had arrived, the entire venue buzzed with excitement.
The Beaumont family was even more surprised—Tyson had actually managed to drag his ailing body here for his daughter's banquet.
Reginald's expression darkened slightly. Kayla had just argued with Brittany, and now Tyson from the Godard family had arrived.
Though he wasn't afraid of the Godard family, it was still an awkward situation.
Kayla, however, remained unfazed, standing quietly behind Dominick.
No matter what happened, as long as her brother was there, nothing would happen to her.
Byron had mixed feelings—he hadn't seen Tyson in many years.
On one hand, he resented Tyson for ruining his younger sister's life, but on the other, he looked forward to a close collaboration with the Godard family.
Christina and Gregory were both thrilled, especially Christina. She knew that after today, Brittany would officially become the Godard family's rightful heiress.
Brittany had no interest in bickering with Kayla anymore—her eyes were locked on the entrance, burning with anticipation.
Soon, surrounded by several bodyguards, a tall man pushed a wheelchair-bound man into the room.
Max, personally groomed by Tyson as his future successor, naturally carried an air of authority.
Tyson, despite sitting in a wheelchair, exuded an innate, commanding presence that demanded respect.
Brittany felt like she couldn't breathe, staring unblinkingly at the two men.
She thought, 'That tall one... Is he the son my biological father adopted?' She wasn't impressed by Max's refined demeanor. On the contrary, she was furious. 'Max got to enjoy everything that should have rightfully been mine.
'The first thing I'll do when I return to the Godard family is kick this adopted son out.' Brittany thought bitterly as her gaze shifted downward to Tyson. 'So this is my biological father?
'How elegant and noble he looks. Of course, only a man like this is worthy of being my father. Not someone like Gregory.'
Brittany glanced disdainfully at Gregory, who reeked of alcohol. Without hesitation, she rushed toward Tyson.
"Dad! I'm Brittany!" Her voice choked with emotion as she threw herself into Tyson's arms.
Tyson had just been wheeled into the banquet hall and hadn't even gotten a clear look at anyone before a heavily perfumed figure crashed into him.
Uncontrollably, he sneezed—one after another.
Max's face darkened, and he shot a glance at Leo behind him.
Understanding the cue, Leo immediately stepped forward and pulled Brittany away.
Brittany had hoped to bond with her newly found father. Being yanked away so abruptly infuriated her, and she struggled. "What are you doing? Let go of me!"
"Your scent is too strong. My dad isn't used to it," Max said coolly.
Brittany bristled at Max's arrogant attitude. But she also knew that, as things stood, she had no chance of competing with Max who had spent years by Tyson's side, just like how, back then, Paisley could never win over Christina and Gregory's affection.
But she wasn't as foolish as Paisley. Brittany's eyes immediately reddened as she lowered her head, sobbing pitifully. "Dad, I was just too excited to see you... It's been so many years... I finally get to meet my biological father.
"Dad, I missed you so much. You have no idea how I've lived all these years, how much suffering I've endured..."
The banquet hall fell silent—everyone watched as the father and daughter reunited.
However, compared to Brittany's tearful display...
Tyson seemed a little too calm for a father meeting his long-lost daughter.
Brittany's words made Christina and Gregory's faces darken.
Especially Gregory—afraid Tyson would misunderstand and think he had mistreated Brittany, he quickly stepped forward to explain.
But before he could get close, Tyson's bodyguards blocked him a meter away.
Unable to approach, Gregory looked awkward but still said, "Mr. Godard, I'm Gregory, Brittany's adoptive father. I have always treated her as my own daughter—I never hit or scolded her. This is my wife."
As he spoke, Gregory pulled Christina over. "It's true! We even cast out our own biological daughter for Brittany... I—"
However, despite Gregory's lengthy explanation, Tyson didn't even acknowledge him. Instead, he looked around the room. "Hm? Where's Paisley?"
"She just got a work call but will be here soon." Just as Max finished speaking, he spotted a graceful figure approaching from the doorway and smiled indulgently. "She's here."
Everyone followed Max's gaze and saw a graceful, captivating figure slowly walking into the banquet hall.
"Paisy, come here," Tyson called out to Paisley with a cheerful smile. "Let me introduce you all—this is my daughter, Paisley."