Wendy came down from upstairs, and saw her father surrounded by a group of relatives, pointing fingers and questioning him.

"What are you doing?!"

Wendy could not help but shot back.

In the past, their family was superior to others in the whole family. When did they suffer such grievances!

Hearing her voice, everyone turned their heads and turned their attention to her.

"You still have the cheeks to ask? If you hadn't offended Byron, how could the Fuller family have fallen to where it is today? The Fuller family was founded by the old man alone, not your family's monopoly! Your family caused trouble, why should we suffer along with your misdeeds?"

Wendy's face was still red and swollen, the finger marks on her neck had not dissipated yet. She looked downright disheveled and embarrassed.

Upon the relative's questioning, Wendy felt her hands trembling with anger. "What are you talking about now? Didn't you ride along our coattails when the Fuller family was prosperous in the past?