h4Chapter 75: Clues to the Birth Father/h4

"It’s fine, Mr. Allen, no need to be so formal," E responded calmly with a smile.

Mrs. Allen looked at Eric with a frown and asked, "Eric, you and Avery grew up together. Is there really no hope for you two?"

"Auntie, I’m sorry, but I have always seen her as a sister," Eric replied coolly.

Mrs. Allen’s gaze shifted to E. Seeing how beautiful she was, with eyes like stars that were both clear and captivating, her lips twisted into a mocking smile. "You must still be a student, right? I didn’t expect someone so young to be so adept at seducing men."

Her words were a tant attempt to demean E as nothing more than a temptress.

Mr. Allen’s expression darkened, surprised that his wife would say such an inappropriate thing.

"Thank you for thepliment, Mrs. Allen. I believe that no matter one’s age, it’s important to have skills. If you can’t win the man you love, don’t me others. Besides, I’m openly with Mr. Nelson. He’s unmarried, and so am I. I have no guilt whatsoever," E said, her smile cold and unwavering.

"You..."

Mrs. Allen tried to say more, but Mr. Allen cut her off, "I’m hungry. Eric, we’ll be going now."

Mrs. Allen held back her anger and followed Mr. Allen to the opposite private room. Emma shot a hateful re at E, while Avery looked at Eric with sorrow and longing, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

From childhood, Avery had only ever had eyes for Eric.

But he had always seen her as a sister and had publicly announced the cancetion of their engagement, which had deeply wounded her.

However, the decision was made, and nothing could change it now.

Once in their private room, Mr. Allen sat down with a cold expression, pulling out a cigarette but not lighting it, just twirling it between his fingers.

Mrs. Allen handed the menu to her daughters andined coldly, "Eric must be blind to have chosen that girl."

Emma nodded eagerly. "Mom is right. Just before we got here, that E even insulted me, saying that if my sister couldn’t keep her man, it’s her own fault."

Avery’s face turned pale, and she began to cry. "Mom, that girl is too much! I don’t understand what Eric sees in her to treat me like this!"

"That girl really knows how to seduce men..."

"Enough! Have you said enough?" Mr. Allen roared, startling the three women.

He looked at his daughters coldly. "I heard you threw coffee at Miss Davis? Avery! You’re a wealthy heiress, but youck any semnce of grace! How could Eric like you? And you," he said, turning to his wife, "raising our daughters to be nothing butiners!"

Mrs. Allen stood with her mouth agape, feeling wronged. Avery didn’t dare breathe too loudly; she had always feared her father the most.

When they were young, their father had spoiled both her and Emma.

But as Avery grew more arrogant, her father grew increasingly disapproving.

Mrs. Allen had spoiled them both, and now their personalities were set, making change extremely difficult.

"Dad, how can you talk to Mom like that? It’s clearly that girl’s fault..." Emma dared to retort.

"Her fault? Eric said he never liked Avery. They were never married; he has the right to pursue whoever he wants, and he has the right to choose. What exactly did Miss Davis do wrong? But you lot, mocking others to make yourselves seem superior—how can you expect Eric to like you with such poor manners?" Mr. Allen’s anger erupted. "Stop making things difficult for others, or it’ll affect our business rtionship!"

Mrs. Allen’s face turned even more sullen.

Avery and Emma exchanged a nce and lowered their heads in humiliation, not daring to say another word.

Even though they felt they weren’t wrong—after all, E was beneath them. The Allen Group was a prestigious family with a legacy of wealth and influence. Wherever they went, they were showered with ttery and respect, while E, in their eyes, would never be worthy of Eric.

However, seeing Mr. Allen’s anger, the sisters didn’t dare voice their resentment. Inside, they harbored even greater hatred for E.

Avery’s mind was filled with spite, wishing she could get rid of E so that Eric would be hers. But as a wealthy heiress, breaking thew was not an option.

Meanwhile, in the opposite private room, E satfortably, having ordered two of her favorite dishes.

She took a sip of sweet oolong tea while Eric, after cing his order, absentmindedly yed with her silky hair.

After the waiter left, E casually asked, "Celestial Feast... this ce is part of the Nelson Group’s portfolio, right?"

The respectful treatment Eric received from everyone made her curious.

"Yes, my mother started this restaurant."

E’s heart softened instantly. "Your mom was amazing!"

"Of course... She had a sharp business mind. It’s a pity she ended up with a scumbag, leading to such a tragic life," Eric said ndly.

Sometimes, he truly despised having James’ blood in his veins.

"There’s nothing we can do about it. Don’t dwell on the past," E gently consoled him.

Eric chuckled softly. Now, his primary purpose in life was to protect E and to spite his father. Everything he did was increasingly rebellious, but once he fully controlled the Nelson Group, he nned to gradually destroy it.

The thought of James being driven to the brink of madness by his actions filled Eric with satisfaction.

"By the way, about your biological father... I’m investigating. There are five men with AB negative blood in Country S, but none of them are likely to be your father." Eric whispered.

E raised her eyes slightly. "What profile?"

"Your mom must have been drawn to a remarkable man. Among those five, two are over seventy, so they’re not likely candidates. One is only eleven years old, and another is the father of that boy, just in his thirties."

E nodded. "And the fifth?"

"Thest one is a beggar, very poor... To be thorough, I had their hair samples tested against your DNA. As expected, none of them matched."

Eric had been looking for her biological father even before they had their falling out.

E felt a surge of emotion. "I didn’t expect you to do this for me..."

"You’ve always wanted to know about your mom’s past, so I decided to help you investigate."

Eric’s eyes sparkled with tenderness.

"Thank you, Eric."

"Don’t be so formal with me. If you want to thank me, repay me with your body!"