Chapter 61: Favoring Lisa

As they entered the study, Mr. Davis looked up from his desk, a hint of a smile on his face. But it quickly faded as he saw the look on his wife's face.

"What's wrong, dear?" he asked, his voice cautious.

Mrs. Davis slammed her hand on the desk, making Mera jump. "You know exactly what's wrong! You gave Lisa more money than our daughter! How could you be so cruel and heartless?"

Mr. Davis leaned back in his chair, his expression calm and collected. "Ah, I see. You're talking about the allowances. I can explain-"

But Mrs. Davis cut him off, her voice rising to a shout. "Explain? You'd better have a good explanation, or so help me..."

Mr. Davis spoke calmly, trying to reason with his wife. "Lisa is my first daughter, and Mera, you are my last. They are not age-mates in any way, so what's wrong with how I share the money? I gave Lisa a bit more because she's older and has more responsibilities."

Mrs. Davis's face turned red with rage. "Responsibilities? What responsibilities? She's no longer part of this family, she's already married, so what responsibility are you talking about? Does the Miller family lack money that they can't provide enough money for your daughter?

Mrs. Davis glared at her husband, her eyes blazing with anger. "Complete Mera's money to 1.5 million, or else you don't want peace in this house," she said, her voice firm and resolute.

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Mr. Davis looking frustrated and Mera looking relieved.

Mr. Davis sighed and rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He knew that his wife was not a woman to be trifled with, and he also knew that he had to keep the peace in the house.

Mera, who was still standing in the room, smiled to herself. She knew that her mother had won the battle, and she was grateful for it. She left the study, feeling happy and content, knowing that her mother had fought for her.

Mr. Davis didn't make any order He just sat there, looking frustrated and defeated. He knew his wife temper. he didn't want to provoke her further.

He sat in silence for a moment, then got up from his chair and walked out of the study, leaving Mera standing there, wondering what would happen next.

Mera shrugged and followed her father out of the study, curious about what would happen next. She knew that her mother had been furious, and she wondered if her father would really give in to her demands.

As they walked out of the study, Mera saw her mother standing in the hallway, her arms crossed and a triumphant look on her face. "I'm waiting," she said, looking at her husband.

Mr. Davis sighed and shook his head, but said nothing. he looked at his wife, Claire am not adding any money to Mira's account.

Mrs. Claire Davis stared at her husband in anger, her eyes flashing with indignation. "You're really going to stand there and tell me that Mera's feelings don't matter?" she spat, her voice venomous.

Mr. Davis stood firm, his expression unyielding. "I'm saying that Mera needs to learn to be grateful for what she has. She's not entitled to more just because Lisa gets a larger allowance."

Mrs. Davis's face turned red with rage. "Entitled? You're one to talk, aren't you? Always favoring Lisa over our daughter."

Mera shifted uncomfortably, feeling the tension between her parents escalate.

"You're being unfair, Dad," Mera ventured, trying to intervene.

But Mrs. Davis cut her off. "No, Mera, stay out of this. Your father needs to understand that his actions have consequences."

The air was thick with tension as Mrs. Davis took a step closer to her husband, her eyes blazing with challenge.

"Consequences?" Mr. Davis repeated, his voice rising. "Are you threatening me, Claire?"

Mrs. Claire Davis stared at her husband in anger, Mr. Davis looked at Mera, "If you are not appreciative of the money you got, if it's not enough, you can go and work." Mr. Davis said angrily.

Tears welled up in Mera's eyes.

Mrs. Claire Davis was very angry and pushed her husband. "You see what you've caused? You must transfer that money, in fact, to my account instead."

Mr. Davis looked at his wife angrily, and she stepped back a little.

"Anytime I share money between them, Lisa's money only passes your daughter by 200 thousand, so that peace will reign. But you're not happy, Claire. I started giving them the same amount; you asked me to add more money to Mera's to surpass my daughter, and I did. And now..." He glared at her coldly.

Mrs. Claire Davis's face twisted in fury. "You think you're fair? You think giving Lisa more is fair?"

Mr. Davis's expression turned icy. "I'm doing what's best for this family, Claire. Even if it means favoring Lisa sometimes."

Mrs. Claire Davis's voice rose to a shout. "Favoring Lisa? You're destroying this family!"

Mera pretended to intervene, "Mom, Dad, stop fighting." But her voice trembled, revealing her true distress.

She knew her dad's stubbornness all too well. Once he made up his mind, he wouldn't change it.

Mrs. Claire Davis's face contorted in anger, but Mera's words seemed to halt her retort. She turned to Mera, her expression softening.

"Sorry, sweetie. Your father just doesn't understand," Mrs. Davis said, her voice laced with frustration.

Mr. Davis didn't look back, his footsteps echoing as he walked away.

Mrs. Claire Davis stared at her husband's retreating back, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration. She couldn't believe he would refuse to give Mera the same amount as Lisa.

Mera's face turned determined and serious as she watched her father walk away. "No need to ask Dad for the money," she muttered to herself.

Mrs. Davis frowned, confusion etched on her face. "What do you mean?"

Mera's eyes sparkled with resolve. "I'm going to the A city to find Lisa and collect the money myself."

Mrs. Claire's expression changed to alarm. "Mera, what are you thinking, you don't know people there. It's not safe."

But Mera's mind was made up. "I know people there, Mom. And Dad has a house there. I can even stay there for a while."

Mrs. Davis's eyes widened in surprise. "You're serious, aren't you?"

Mera nodded, her jaw set. "Yes, Mom. I'll get that money, no matter what," I tried calling her but she blocked me.

Mrs. Davis studied her daughter's determined face and knew better than to argue. "Fine. But promise me you'll be careful."

Mera smiled a hint of excitement in her voice. "I promise, Mom. Don't worry."

With that, Mera turned and headed towards her room, already planning her trip to A city.

Mrs. Davis watched her go, a mix of pride and concern swirling in her chest. Had she just unleashed a storm?

"Lisa, if you dare harm my daughter, I will kill you myself," Mrs. Davis said in her heart, her eyes blazing with a fierce protective instinct.

She imagined Lisa's smug face, her condescending attitude, and her grasping hands. Mrs. Davis's anger simmered, ready to boil over.

Just then, Mera walked back into the room, mum can you help me pack, Mera asked a determined look on her face.

"no problem my baby girl," Mrs Davis Claire said, her expression softened, her love for her daughter overwhelming her anger. "Just Be careful, Mera. Call me as soon as you arrive."

Mera nodded, her eyes locked on her mother's. "I will, Mom. Don't worry."

But Mrs. Davis couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Lisa was unpredictable, and Mera was walking right into her path.

In Lugard estate, Lisa stood at the balcony, her phone pressed to her ear.

"Hello, Didi. what's up?" Lisa said, her voice smooth as silk.

Hello, baby girl" Lili, how are you?" Didi's voice came through the line smooth and silky.