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Daisy’s eyes widened as she heard Priya’s words, realizing this would be akin to throwing punches at Priyank’s past.

This is a sensitive matter for both her and Priyank.

Even though she knows it’s not wrong for Priya to say that, because her own son was speaking so terribly.

Still, she looked at Priyank, who looked like he was about to kill someone.

This is a topic no one is allowed to speak about, even though she can’t mention her own husband’s name in this house.

Because Priyank hates his father more than anyone could imagine.

The hatred is deeply ingrained; she doesn’t like or love her husband anymore, but with Priyank, it’s quite a punishable offense.

“Don’t speak anymore, Priya, just don’t,” Daisy calmly pleaded, more like begging.

She never wanted Priya to get hurt, and this situation is only leading to pain, of which Daisy is quite sure.

Priya looked at Daisy, who appeared agitated and scared.

She didn’t know what she said that scared Daisy this much when she never looked this scared when Priyank behaved badly with her.

Isn’t it normal to say?

When she didn’t see Priyank’s father there, she just stated the fact, even if his father is not dead, or maybe he is out for something, Priya cares less.

Having Mary as her mother and her orphanage as home can still make Priyank call her an orphan countless times, so she can do the same without guilt, right?

Priyank clenched his jaw, his fingers curling into tight fists, a surge of rage pulsing through him.

All he could see was red, consumed by fury, with no space for anything else, especially when Priya dared to make such a below-the-belt comment.

How dare she speak like that, risking her own well-being without any regard for the consequences.

How dare she even mention his father?

The very man he despised to the core, who betrayed his mother for another woman and abandoned them when Priyank was just a child.

Only he knows how he managed to cope with everything, and as he grew older, he made sure to fortify himself to the point where no one could trigger memories of his painful past.

His mother had toiled day and night for him, a fact he couldn’t overlook, which is why he vowed to ensure she never had to work again.

He refused to let his mother endure hardship when he was capable of earning billions.

He couldn’t bear the thought of his mother sacrificing any more of herself for his sake. She had already endured enough pain and hardship because of his father’s actions.

Every penny he made was a testament to his determination to provide for his mother, to shield her from any further suffering. He had worked tirelessly, relentlessly, to build a future where she could finally rest easy.

“Bitc**h!!!” Priyank shouted, lunging forward, but Daisy immediately grabbed his hand, trying desperately to restrain the rage emanating from his every pore.

Mary swiftly pulled Priya closer into her arms, shielding her from any potential harm.

She glanced at Priya, who appeared unfazed, as though she were unaffected by the escalating tension.

“Priyank, come to your senses. She doesn’t know any better. That’s why she spoke out of turn. Let it go, son,” Daisy implored, attempting to draw Priyank back toward her.

“Leave me, Mom, or else today I won’t care if you get hurt in the process.”

“Priyank, listen to me, please,” Daisy’s tears flowed freely now, her heart racing like a bullet train.

But Priyank remained resolute, his mind consumed by the torrent of emotions crashing within him. His mother’s tears tore his soul, a painful reminder of the love and concern she held for him, yet he couldn’t let go of the burning fury that gripped his heart.

“Because of you, my mother is crying! I swear, I could kill you right now,” Priyank’s voice trembled with rage as he glared at Priya.

If looks could kill, Priya would be lying lifeless on the floor. The intensity in Priyank’s eyes was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine, and in that moment, he was prepared to act without an ounce of remorse.

“I am not the reason for her tears. She’s crying because of your insane behavior,” Priya retorted, refusing to back down this time.

Mary intervened, her voice strained with urgency, “Shut your mouth, Priya. You’re only making things worse.”

“What have I done wrong, Mother? I didn’t do anything to deserve this. You always taught me to stand up against those who try to harm me,” Priya’s voice trembled with frustration and confusion.

Mary felt a pang of guilt. She had indeed instilled this belief in Priya, knowing all too well how easily her kind-hearted daughter forgave those who wronged her.

But applying that lesson in front of someone like Priyank, a volatile and unpredictable man simmering with rage, was a dangerous gamble.

The thought sent a shiver down Mary’s spine. If Priyank snapped and harmed them, he could easily dispose of their bodies without a trace. And what would become of the orphanage then? Mary couldn’t bear the thought of other children suffering because of her favoritism towards Priya.

As the weight of the situation settled heavily upon her, Mary’s mind raced with desperate thoughts. She couldn’t allow Priya to bear the brunt of Priyank’s wrath, nor could she risk the safety of the orphanage.

Summoning every ounce of courage she possessed, Mary stepped forward, her voice trembling but determined. “Priyank, please, I beg of you, calm down.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Her words hung in the air, a fragile plea for reason amidst the storm of emotions threatening to engulf them all.

“You’re begging me?” Priyank’s voice rumbled with anger, his frustration boiling over. “Your daughter is spewing venom at me, and my mom is in tears because of her, yet she still behaves like a brat.”

How dare they act as though it’s his fault for being angry, without considering the provocation from Priya. She, the supposed innocent, was the one who ignited his fury.

‘She doesn’t even know about your father’s situation,’ his mind reasoned, though Priyank cared little whether she did or not.

But now, even in the face of his rage, Priya showed no fear in her eyes. It was a stark display of her lack of respect for him.

“I am sorry.”