?<strong>Chapter 698:</strong>


    Felicia was her grandmother by blood, but their rtionship was far from close. Moreover, Felicia despised her.


    Elyse had once hoped to build a connection with Felicia, but seeing the look of disgust on her grandmother’s face, she realized there was no point in trying.


    After staring at Felicia for a moment, Elyse asked with a touch of unnoticeable anticipation, “Do you really believe Thea? Do you think I ruined her connections with the Bentley family, and not that she’s lying?”


    Thea’s lips curled into a slight smile as she looked at Elyse, her eyes brimming with mockery.


    Having been with Felicia since childhood, it was no wonder Felicia never doubted Thea’s words.


    Inwardly, Thea cursed Elyse for not knowing her ce.


    Felicia’s attitude towards Elyse had always been consistent. Elyse, the biological daughter of Felicia’s most despised son, was scorned by association.


    Felicia’s authoritative voice rang out as she questioned, “Why should I believe you over Thea? I raised Thea myself. I know what kind of person she is.”


    Elyse had anticipated this response and remained unfazed. Instead, she calmly asked, “So why did you call me here?”


    Felicia’s stern reply was immediate. “You really have no manners. Since the first day you met me, your casual attitude has been very annoying.”


    She then turned to a maid and ordered, “Lock her in the guest room. Starting today, I will teach her some manners.”


    Thea’s delight was barely contained.


    Felicia had countless ways to deal with people, and locking Elyse in the Benson house was a clear indication that she intended to grind Elyse down slowly.


    Thea raised her eyebrows triumphantly at Elyse and mouthed silently, “You’re finished. Your good days are over.”


    Elyse’s face darkened as she realized Felicia’s intent to confine and punish her gradually. Her grandmother’s methods were no joke.


    However, Elyse had no intention of staying in this ce.


    Without hesitation, she dered, “I won’t stay here. This isn’t my home. I want to leave.”


    Thea continued to provoke her. “Nice try, but didn’t youe back for inheritance and shares? You don’t have to pretend.”


    Elyse shot back, “It’s you who wants the shares and resources, not me. I never said I wanted anything from the Benson family. I came back only to see Grandma.”


    Theaughed scornfully. “Who would believe that? You better do as you’re told and not try to anger Grandma. You’ve already done something wrong, and she’s giving you a chance by teaching you manners. You’d better appreciate it.”


    Elyse frowned and addressed Felicia, “I know you don’t like me, but I never nned to take anything from this family. I came back just to visit you. When the timees, I will leave.”


    Feliciapletely ignored Elyse’s words. Pointing at the violin in Elyse’s hand, she coldlymanded, “Take her violin away. I don’t want to see such things again. It displeases my eyes.”


    The maid nodded briskly and approached Elyse, reaching out to seize the violin case.


    Elyse clutched it tightly and, with angercing her voice, eximed, “I’ve told you, I don’t consider this ce my home. What more do you want from me?”


    .


    .


    .