The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1152: Didn’t Even Ask for the Bank Card
Especially Mr. Zachmann’s words, which weren’t just aimed at Celine Tucker. At the same time, they were also directed at Leonardy Zachmann.
Leonardy Zachmann shifted uneasily on his feet: "Dad, I never meant it that way!"
"If none of you had such intentions, is it so hard for your family to apologize?" Mr. Zachmann didn’t even bother to meet his gaze, his words as sharp as ever.
Leonardy Zachmann took a deep breath, his temples throbbing, glancing between his older brother and his niece.
After a moment of silence, he turned his head and said to Celine Tucker, who was rooted to the spot: "Apologize."
"You’re asking me to apologize too?" Celine Tucker didn’t dare talk back to Mr. Zachmann, but she snapped at Leonardy, clearly unable to accept such humiliation.
Leonardy Zachmann saw her reddened eyes and pressed his lips together. After all, she was the woman he had loved for half a lifetime, his wife. As a man, he was at a loss for words and only said, "Apologize to my brother, and today’s matter will be over. If you’re unwilling, then let’s get divorced."
Those words were heavy.
So heavy that both Celine Tucker and Caryn Zachmann were shocked.
Caryn Zachmann called out in disbelief: "Dad, how can you talk to Mom like that, saying things like divorce..."
"Shut up!" Leonardy Zachmann berated her harshly. "Do you even have the face to speak here? If it weren’t for your own actions, would the family be in such turmoil? You should apologize too!"
Caryn Zachmann turned red from his scolding, her long lashes lowered as she bit her lips, no longer daring to say a word.
Things had come to this point.
Celine Tucker wasn’t foolish; she knew that if she didn’t apologize today, it wouldn’t end.
Suppressing her overwhelming anger and embarrassment, she walked straight over to Stanley Zachmann. Flustered, she didn’t care about how others saw her.
"Stanley, I’m sorry. I spoke too harshly earlier. I hope you can understand how I feel as a mother."
The apology was rather dry.
At least Nathalie Quinlan was dissatisfied.
She frowned and was about to speak.
Stanley Zachmann stopped her, his gaze heavy as he looked at the woman in front of him, unwilling to lower her head but forced to. "I understand. But I hope you remember, Nathalie doesn’t have a mother, but she still has her father. I’m also a father, and if anyone ever has a conflict with her, I will always stand by her side. Even if I have to fight my entire family, my stance remains unchanged!"
"Moving forward... if you treat her well, we can get together occasionally. If you can’t see her for who she is, my daughter has no obligation to endure elders’ scorn simply because of blood ties. At that point, we might as well avoid each other entirely."
Celine Tucker jerked her head up, unable to believe he would say such things so plainly. Her embarrassment left her struggling for words.
"Stanley, it’s not like that." Leonardy Zachmann quickly interrupted Stanley Zachmann’s words. He then softened his gaze toward Nathalie Quinlan, guilt written all over his face: "This matter... it’s my fault as your uncle. I’ll make sure to talk to them properly, and this kind of incident won’t happen again in the future. Nathalie, don’t take today’s events to heart. Take this card back."
Nathalie Quinlan stared at the bank card he offered, her gaze tightening, but she didn’t reach out to take it. Under the duckbill cap, her face was eye-catching and stunning. She tilted up the brim of her hat, her expression cold and indifferent as always. "No need. I don’t like owing anyone anything, especially favors."
Money is easy to repay; favors are not!
She raised her eyes. "I’ve already told you the card’s PIN, Uncle—you should still remember. There’s some money in the card, not a lot. Swiping up to two million should be sufficient. After using it, hand the card over to the bank manager; they’ll send it back to me."
