Kicked Out, She Came Back To Rule - Chapter 39: Chapter 39
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"They should've drowned her at birth. All she does is cause trouble," someone else muttered.
"My son just parties all day, but he's a saint compared to Lincoln's daughter," another guest said.
Andrea saw how everyone was tearing into Kaia and felt a flicker of satisfaction. Then she turned back to Kaia, looking all concerned. "Kaia, you'd better apologize to Grandpa and Grandma. Ask them to forgive you."
"This isn't fake," Kaia said evenly. "Why would I apologize?"
Melvin slammed his hand hard on the table. "You hand me a fake and still act like you're right, huh? You're hopeless!"
Andrea stepped in quickly, patting Melvin's back. "Don't get mad, Grandpa. Your health's not good. Kaia's always been like this—it's not worth getting sick over her."
Emma, fuming, marched over, ripped the painting in half, and tossed it in the trash.
Andrea's satisfaction grew. 'Kaia, you tried to grab the spotlight, but I just tore it all apart. How could a country bumpkin like you ever compete with me?' she thought.
Still, she kept up the act, telling Melvin and Emma, "Grandpa, Grandma, this is serious. We should ask everyone here not to spread this around.
"If Mr. Crawford hears about it, we're done for. But if no one says anything, I'm sure the Crawford family won't bother with us."
"Yeah, you're right," Melvin said, looking at her proudly. "Andrea, you really think ahead."
Then he turned to the guests. "Please, for our sake, don't tell anyone about this. We'd be very grateful."
"Don't worry, Mr. Melvin Bennett," one guest replied. "We won't say a word."
"Yeah, but you'd better keep an eye on her," another woman added. "We'll keep it a secret this time. But you know, Morganburg is full of important people. If she pulls something like this again, you might not be able to fix it."
The more people talked, the more uneasy the Bennetts looked.
Kaia, on the other hand, was baffled. She had told them the painting was real. Ripping it up was the real stupidity here. But instead of listening, everyone was yelling at her.
"Grandpa, I told you the painting was real," she said, annoyed, "You're the ones who ruined it."
The room went dead quiet. Melvin's face twisted, and he looked like he might pass out from rage. He raised his hand to hit her. "Kaia, you ungrateful—"
Before he could finish, a loud voice rang out from outside. "Mr. Collin Crawford has arrived!"
The room froze. "Mr. Collin Crawford? The famous painter?" someone gasped.
"No way! He's way too important to show up here," another whispered.
Seconds later, Collin walked in, his granddaughter Samantha at his side.
"Oh my! It really is him," someone murmured.
"Am I dreaming? Why would he be here?"
"Wait. Today is Melvin and Emma's birthday. Did he come for that?"
"If so, Melvin must have some serious pull."
Melvin and Emma were stunned, then thrilled. 'Could he really have come for our party?' they thought. 'But we barely knew him. Still, what else could it be for?'
"Mr. Crawford," Melvin said, hurrying forward, his hands shaking so badly he could hardly walk straight.
"Hello, Melvin," Collin greeted with a warm laugh.
Melvin felt ten feet tall, and the other guests looked on with envy.
"Since it's your and your wife's birthday, I was going to paint something for you myself," Collin said. "But your granddaughter already gave you one of my paintings, so I brought a few other gifts instead. Hope you like them."
The color drained from everyone's faces. All eyes turned to Kaia.
Melvin's mind went blank. He stammered, "Uh... excuse me, Mr. Crawford. Which granddaughter are you talking about?"
"My son just parties all day, but he's a saint compared to Lincoln's daughter," another guest said.
Andrea saw how everyone was tearing into Kaia and felt a flicker of satisfaction. Then she turned back to Kaia, looking all concerned. "Kaia, you'd better apologize to Grandpa and Grandma. Ask them to forgive you."
"This isn't fake," Kaia said evenly. "Why would I apologize?"
Melvin slammed his hand hard on the table. "You hand me a fake and still act like you're right, huh? You're hopeless!"
Andrea stepped in quickly, patting Melvin's back. "Don't get mad, Grandpa. Your health's not good. Kaia's always been like this—it's not worth getting sick over her."
Emma, fuming, marched over, ripped the painting in half, and tossed it in the trash.
Andrea's satisfaction grew. 'Kaia, you tried to grab the spotlight, but I just tore it all apart. How could a country bumpkin like you ever compete with me?' she thought.
Still, she kept up the act, telling Melvin and Emma, "Grandpa, Grandma, this is serious. We should ask everyone here not to spread this around.
"If Mr. Crawford hears about it, we're done for. But if no one says anything, I'm sure the Crawford family won't bother with us."
"Yeah, you're right," Melvin said, looking at her proudly. "Andrea, you really think ahead."
Then he turned to the guests. "Please, for our sake, don't tell anyone about this. We'd be very grateful."
"Don't worry, Mr. Melvin Bennett," one guest replied. "We won't say a word."
"Yeah, but you'd better keep an eye on her," another woman added. "We'll keep it a secret this time. But you know, Morganburg is full of important people. If she pulls something like this again, you might not be able to fix it."
The more people talked, the more uneasy the Bennetts looked.
Kaia, on the other hand, was baffled. She had told them the painting was real. Ripping it up was the real stupidity here. But instead of listening, everyone was yelling at her.
"Grandpa, I told you the painting was real," she said, annoyed, "You're the ones who ruined it."
The room went dead quiet. Melvin's face twisted, and he looked like he might pass out from rage. He raised his hand to hit her. "Kaia, you ungrateful—"
Before he could finish, a loud voice rang out from outside. "Mr. Collin Crawford has arrived!"
The room froze. "Mr. Collin Crawford? The famous painter?" someone gasped.
"No way! He's way too important to show up here," another whispered.
Seconds later, Collin walked in, his granddaughter Samantha at his side.
"Oh my! It really is him," someone murmured.
"Am I dreaming? Why would he be here?"
"Wait. Today is Melvin and Emma's birthday. Did he come for that?"
"If so, Melvin must have some serious pull."
Melvin and Emma were stunned, then thrilled. 'Could he really have come for our party?' they thought. 'But we barely knew him. Still, what else could it be for?'
"Mr. Crawford," Melvin said, hurrying forward, his hands shaking so badly he could hardly walk straight.
"Hello, Melvin," Collin greeted with a warm laugh.
Melvin felt ten feet tall, and the other guests looked on with envy.
"Since it's your and your wife's birthday, I was going to paint something for you myself," Collin said. "But your granddaughter already gave you one of my paintings, so I brought a few other gifts instead. Hope you like them."
The color drained from everyone's faces. All eyes turned to Kaia.
Melvin's mind went blank. He stammered, "Uh... excuse me, Mr. Crawford. Which granddaughter are you talking about?"
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