Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband (Melody)
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Chapter 199 Apologize Properly

Chapter 199 Apologize Properly

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Melody looked at Truman in shock, her eyes reflecting waves of surprise and emotion. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Back when she was with the Tuckers, the family who adopted her, they always reminded her:

Melody, you don't need to compromise. To us, you're unique and cherished.

So when you're wronged, stand up for yourself-don't worry about the consequences, because we'll always have your

back.

They were her unwavering support, always there for her.

However, after returning to the Shield family, things changed. Sean constantly urged her to prioritize the bigger picture, to not act on impulse.

Be obedient, calm, graceful, gentle, and kind-just like Suzanna.

And so, within the Shield household, to maintain even a sliver of family connection, Melody humbled herself, trying to please her brothers and care for Mr. and Mrs. Shield. She even reshaped herself into someone more like Suzanna, slowly losing who she truly was.

After her rebirth, she began to rediscover her strength, but she had grown used to hiding her true nature, presenting herself in a calm and elegant way.

She sacrificed her own feelings, always calculating for the sake of gaining advantage.

Now, Truman, in the role of a father, was telling her something different.

Melody, you matter.

You don't need to compromise. You're no longer standing alone.

With a newfound confidence, Melody raised her chin slightly, her cold gaze sweeping over Percy and Amanda. "Wrong is wrong. Apologize to me." With Truman's firm stance backing her up, even Percy had no choice but to swallow his scholar's pride,

This time, he bowed deeply, offering a sincere apology "Melody, I'm sorry!"

It was not the dismissive nod he had given earlier-it was a genuine, formal bow.

Despite Amanda's reluctance, she knew better than to act out.

Even though rumors had spread about Truman stepping down from his role as head of the family, his authority was still undeniable.

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Chapter 199 Apologize Properly

"You won the tea quality contest."

Amanda's voice grew quieter with each word. As the proud daughter of a prominent family in Sommerville, she had never experienced such humiliation. And it was all because of Melody.

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Noticing her hesitant tone in the last sentences, Melody lazily raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, and grabbed Amanda's chin. "Tsk, who's not as skilled as who? "Who won?" she asked, her grip tightening with each word.

Amanda's eyes reddened with pain, her jaw feeling like it might crack under the pressure.

She quickly shouted, "Melody! I am not as skilled as Melody, I admit defeat!"

Truman watched, clearly pleased with Melody's assertiveness.

Everyone else could not help but think, Is the head of the Moore family training his successor?

At the Regal Glade Pavilion, Benedict's study overlooked the entire garden, allowing him to keep an eye on the tea competition below.

On a nearby pavilion, a mother and son stood by a carved mahogany window, watching the scene unfold in the garden.

"Tsk tsk, it seems your father is quite fond of this new daughter-in-law your brother married for him," Melanie remarked with interest.

She leaned against the window, her figure beautifully outlined by a vibrant peony dress, exuding charm.

Her makeup was flawless, her skin like snow, and her look was both captivating and subtly seductive.

Next to her, Alfred stood tall, his face bright like the clear moon, his eyes sharp and clear.

His chestnut hair, slightly curled, was gently tousled by the breeze. His long lashes fluttered like butterflies, and his skin had the smooth delicacy of fine porcelain. Dressed in casual white, he had a youthful elegance, like the moon shining over a mountain.

"If he likes her, he likes her," Alfred said casually.

"This sister-in-law is clever. I'd like her too if I were him."

His gaze remained fixed on Melody from a distance, full of appreciation for her presence.

Yet, hidden in his admiration was a sense of familiarity-like one recognizing an old friend.