No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 2247

Rachel felt a strong repulsion upon hearing that. Her brows furrowed deeply, and her tone was far from pleasant as she retorted, "Uncle James, I already made it clear to you last time about his desire to see me. He never considered me a part of the Markee family. If it weren't for my mother adopting me, I wouldn't be where I am today. It's unfair that now, when I have grown up and become useful to the Markee family, he wants to bring me back. I was abandoned by the Markee family at birth, and I am not foolish enough to become a pawn in your hands!"

Rachel was overwhelmed with emotions.

She had always been polite to James, but today, she spoke with such strong emotions, completely disregarding any previous restraint.

James was merely a messenger, yet he sensed that Rachel harbored deep resentment. "Perhaps things are not as bad as you think. If you don't go, the old man will come looking for you himself," he said.

That was the truth.

However, Rachel paid no attention to the old man at all. She scoffed and said, "To you, he may be a respected elder and the head of the Markee family, but not to me. The moment I was abandoned outside, I severed all ties with the Markee family!"

"But you still bear the surname of the Markee family!"

If it weren't for her birth mother's insistence, she would have discarded her surname long ago. As for her father, he remained weak and incompetent to this day.

"I still have a lot of matters to attend to, Uncle James."

James bit his lip, recalling the desperate pleas of those people before he left. Despite his better judgment, he couldn't help but say a few more words to Rachel. "Don't you even care about your father? You're the only one who can help him solve this problem now!"

Upon hearing these words, Rachel reacted as if she had just heard a joke and burst into laughter. "Did he ever care about me? If he had, would he have allowed me to be adopted by others all those years ago?"

Seeing her so stubborn, James found it difficult to say anything more.

Less than an hour had passed when Rachel finally saw George. He was leaning on a cane, dressed in a vintage suit, and his head of graying hair did not hide the stern and cold expression on his face.

The moment she laid eyes on him, Rachel understood his intentions, especially with James' prior warning in mind.

"What, planning to take me back to the Markee family?" Rachel asked with a sneer. She leaned back in the leather chair, her hands crossed under her chin, displaying a mix of casualness and indifference.

"You're just a young girl, yet you're acting so high and mighty," George said sternly, his gaze carrying a hint of oppression.