Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1736

Chapter 1736: Screwed up

"Your words didn’t break us. But they did hurt someone—your son, Finn. And that’s what made us all angry."

Nina’s words replayed in the minds of the Davis couple as they sat quietly in the back of their car. After that was said, a long silence had followed.

Nina had simply told them that if they wanted to apologize, they should apologize to Finn. She appreciated their effort to do the right thing, but forgiveness had to come from the one who was truly hurt. If they apologized to Finn, then maybe the Bennet and Cortez families would still hold some hostility, but at least her family would know how to put her happiness above their own feelings.

If Finn forgave them, then they might talk about it again. For now, Nina expressed that it wasn’t her call. And since she had already said that, Charles, Allison, and Jessa didn’t say anything anymore.

With that, the Davis couple had left just as quietly as they had arrived with Charles.

Mr. Davis glanced at his wife, opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. He turned away, setting his eyes on the window beside him.

Silence weighed heavily on their shoulders for a while.

"She’s right," he said after another minute of silence. "The only person we truly hurt here is our son, not them."

Because in the end, Nina’s words also applied to the Davis couple. Whatever the Bennet and Cortez families’ opinions were, it didn’t matter to them.

Mrs. Davis let out a sharp huff but said nothing. She still maintained her strong front, but if she truly disagreed, she would’ve spoken by now.

Instead, she gazed out the window, replaying Nina’s words and trying to find a clear rebuttal. But nothing came. Every argument she could think of sounded hollow, nothing more than excuses and twisted justifications.

"I still believe Finn and Cassandra were good together," Mrs. Davis murmured. "Had it not been for the scandal Cassandra got involved in, I might’ve been able to do something about this."

"Still that?" he said, turning to her with a frown.

Mrs. Davis met his eyes. "What do you want me to say? It’s not like I believed those rumors—"

"I think you’re just saying this to distract yourself from the fact that we’ve always failed," he cut in sharply. "No matter how much we’ve achieved, we’ve always failed to be parents to him. Will you still deny that?"

Mrs. Davis’s face faltered, her throat tightening as she swallowed hard.

’No, I didn’t. I... everything we did is for him,’ was what she wanted to say—but she couldn’t. Not after he had said it aloud.

Mr. Davis exhaled deeply and leaned back, loosening his tie.

"I sat down with Charles Bennet before this," he said, snapping his eyes back to the window. "Obviously, we agreed on a truce. This back-and-forth between us—it’s been childish."