Chapter 92 Glenn is Crazy!
Bianca let out a short, cold laugh.
Was Blair a child, running to tattle over every petty grievance?
"Can't you investigate for yourself?" Bianca's voice was flat, calm, devoid of emotion.
The single, weightless sentence cut off whatever Glenn had been about to say. He exhaled, resigned.
"I know you've carried resentment toward me for years. I had my reasons back then... reasons I could not escape. But no matter what, Blair is still your sister in name. You're both part of the Rodriguez family. Our fortunes rise together, and fall together."
He knew exactly why she and Blair had fought. He knew the resort was her mother's property. And yet he still took Blair's side?
A hollow ache settled in Bianca's chest.
She pitied her mother—years of devotion traded for a single, empty excuse. What reason could justify marrying another woman? The love her mother had poured her life into, the love she could never win, was something Thea and Blair dismissed without a thought.
Bianca didn't crave Glenn's love. But the realization was still bitter.
"You know what the resort means to me... and still you side with Blair." Her tone was even, not accusatory, as if she were stating a fact.
Glenn hesitated, his voice sharpening with impatience. "I know it's Daphne Morgan's property. But Blair only came in with my permission. How could you throw her out in front of guests? That was excessive."
Daphne Morgan's property...
Bianca rolled the words over in her mind, her lips curling in a venomous smile.
Years of marriage, and all her mother had earned was to be called by her full name—no warmth, no affection. Glenn was ice to the core.
"Is that what she told you?" Bianca's voice grew colder.
"Don't worry about what Blair said. Did you throw her out of the resort or not?" Glenn's tone was heavier now.
"Did she tell you why I did it?" Bianca shot back.
Glenn paused, irritation flickering. "No matter the reason, you shouldn't have humiliated her in front of so many people. You've made the Rodriguez family a laughingstock."
"If you're so afraid of being laughed at, why let her claim what isn't hers?" Bianca's voice rose. "Did she tell you how she boasted openly in front of everyone?"
"She said the resort was hers. She said the timber for the lakeside cabin cost a fortune. And that kind of petty boasting doesn't tarnish the Rodriguez name?"
The Rodriguez family wasn't an ancient dynasty, but they were nothing like the nouveau riche. Blair's self-congratulation dragged them down.
Throwing her out had been doing everyone a favor.
Glenn should have thanked her, not scolded her.
"Those guests weren't small-town outsiders. If you're worried about our reputation, you should be worried about her arrogance. One day she'll offend someone from a hidden family, and she won't see it coming."
Glenn's temper snapped, rage surged through him. He was left speechless, unable to counter her words. By the time he found his voice, Bianca had already hung up.
The fury had nowhere to go. He swept his arm across the desk, sending everything crashing to the floor. The sharp clatter shattered the villa's quiet.
Blair heard the noise and lit up, feigning concern as she poked her head in. "Dad, Bianca's been rebellious for ages. I've tried to be nice, but she seems to hate me. Every time she sees me, it's cold eyes and nothing else. Maybe I'm just not likable."
She lowered her head in practiced sorrow. Normally Glenn would soothe her instantly.
But today was different.
Glenn crouched, picked up a porcelain teapot that had survived the fall, and hurled it at the floor by Blair's feet.
This time it shattered completely. Shards flew, grazing her leg. The chill of porcelain against skin made her go pale. She clung to the doorframe, trembling.
Her lips quivered. She stepped back in fear, confusion in her eyes.
It took a heartbeat before her voice broke into a shrill scream. "Ah! Dad, what are you doing?!"
The high-pitched sound grated on Glenn's nerves. His gaze on her was stripped of its usual warmth.
The chime of a phone cut through the tension. Glenn glanced over.
Thea rushed in, taking in Blair's shaking frame. She wrapped her arms around her daughter. "Sweetheart, tell me—who hurt you?"
Blair lifted a trembling hand, pointing at Glenn. "Mom... Mom, Dad's gone crazy. He just threw a teapot at me!"
Thea's face drained of color. She didn't want to believe it, but her eyes dropped to the floor—broken porcelain scattered near Blair's feet. The familiar floral pattern was the same as the one Glenn kept in his study.
Her gaze slid to the tear in Blair's pants. No blood, thankfully.
Her heartbeat raced. She couldn't piece together what had happened.
"What did you do to upset him? Say something soft, calm him down." Thea's voice dropped to a whisper as she nudged Blair forward.
Already shaken, Blair recoiled at the suggestion, anger flaring. "Mom, he just tried to hit me and you want me to calm him down? Do you even care about me?"
Tears welled in her eyes, though she hid the resentment beneath them.
"Dear..." Thea's tone softened, cautious.
She was no fool. Glenn had never lost his temper like this before—never laid a hand on Blair. Something had happened that they didn't know about.
The priority now was to cool him down.
Blair turned her head away, stubborn. It was Glenn who had lost control—why should she placate him? Thea didn't love her. She only cared about pleasing Glenn, even if it meant sacrificing her daughter.
Glenn's face was stone as he set his phone down on the desk. From it came Blair's voice—her arrogant claims at the resort, her defiance.
His expression darkened with each second. His gaze cut to Blair, sharp and measuring, the same way he assessed the value of an object.
The audio wasn't even finished when Thea met his eyes and felt her stomach drop.
Years at his side had taught her exactly what that look meant.