Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 613

Anyone else might have been grateful. But this was Lauren. She had long since come to believe that everything was rightfully hers. In her mind, she wasn't returning what she'd taken; she was being robbed by Anastasia. Her ambition was far too vast to be satisfied by a mere house.

She lowered her eyes, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides. A vicious glint appeared in her eyes. "...I understand."

After she left, the Brennans began discussing how to welcome Anastasia back with the appropriate gravity and celebration. They decided to host a grand banquet to announce to the world that Anastasia was being reinstated and that she would be the new heir.

"It's what she deserves," the old man said, looking frail. "The Brennan family has wronged her."

Hearing her grandfather's decision, Juliet was so happy she immediately ran off to call Anastasia.

***

Having made his decision, Mr. Brennan didn't hesitate. The very next day, he paid a visit to Rosewood Manor himself.

Seeing him enter, Anastasia moved to greet him. "Grandfather—"

Harrison suddenly caught her arm.

"Hubby?" she asked, turning back in confusion.

Harrison's expression was serene. "Be good and wait upstairs for a little while. I'll speak with Mr. Brennan personally."

"Lauren will be leaving the Brennan family. Everything that rightfully belongs to Ana will be returned to her. In a few days, the family will host a banquet to officially announce her status as the heir."

"Is that all?" Harrison's eyes were sharp, his dissatisfaction clear.

"What else does Mr. Lancaster feel is lacking?"

"Everything!" Harrison retorted. "Those things were hers to begin with. Returning them is not compensation; it's a basic obligation. Is this the Brennan family's 'sincerity'? To give her back what was already hers and completely ignore the years of suffering she endured, as if nothing ever happened?"

Upstairs, Anastasia peeked over the railing, her heart swelling as she watched Harrison command the room, refusing to yield an inch. He was fighting for her, demanding justice for wrongs she herself had been willing to overlook. He remembered every injustice, every hardship, and he was determined to make them answer for it.