“You’re lying! You wicked old witch! You’re lying to me!” Miriam shouted, refusing to believe Laura’s words. She grabbed her phone to call Heath.
But a moment later, Laura effortlessly snatched the phone out of her hand.
“You haven’t finished reciting today’s sonnets. So, you don’t get phone privileges,” Laura said, her voice flat and her expression stone–cold “Talking back to your tutor is a top–tier offense.”
Miriam sobbed even harder, overwhelmed and helpless.
In an attempt to escape Laura’s control, she even went on a hunger strike.
After three full days of tantrums, Heath finally returned home.
Miriam ran straight to him, unloading a mountain of complaints.
Heath was already stressed to the brink over the sea route issue. Hearing his daughter’s petty grievances only drained him further.
“Miri, Ms. Terrell is doing this for your own good. Learning etiquette won’t hurt you.”
“Dad, you’re taking that old witch’s side, too? You don’t love me anymore! Nobody loves me!” Miriam burst into a full–blown wail, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Heath’s head throbbed.
Back when Veronica was around, their daughter never cried like this. But now, she cried over everything. He inwardly questioned what kind of parenting Veronica had been doing.
For a fleeting moment, Heath actually missed how peaceful the house used to be when Veronica was still there.
Now, his son was off in another city, his wife was never home, and the only one left with him -his daughter–was constantly throwing fits.
He pressed his fingers to his temple, his voice turning cold. “Miri, that’s enough.”
But the more he scolded her, the louder Miriam cried.
Left with no other choice, Heath dialed Veronica’s number himself. The ringtone played from start to finish, but no one answered.
His expression darkened further. He wondered what was so important that she couldn’t
answer his call.
He turned and spoke to Laura in a lowered voice, asking her to be gentler in handling Miriam.
However, Laura refused his request directly. “If a child misbehaves, the father is at fault. Mr.
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Tate, you’re largely responsible for Miriam’s current behavior. I was sent here by Mr. Tate Senior. So, I only take orders from him.”
Heath was rendered speechless. So, this was all his fault now? What about the mother’s role in
this?
The image of Veronica’s once–stubborn and radiant face flashed in his mind, and his mood worsened. He was determined to bring Veronica back.
He couldn’t believe that she dared to ignore his call now. He thought that she was getting increasingly out of hand.
Heath instructed Walter to find out where Veronica was working, and the report came back that she was working at Novaro.
He knew that it was Courtney’s design company, and it seemed like Veronica was getting back into all that fabric–and–needle nonsense.
Heath frowned, thinking that such a useless hobby shouldn’t even exist. To him, it was a complete waste of time.
Before the workday ended, Heath personally drove to the front of Novaro’s office building. The high–profile Rolls–Royce instantly drew attention.
“Oh my god, is that a Rolls–Royce? I’d have to starve for several lifetimes just to afford one of those!”
“Whose boyfriend is that? That car is insane! Is he picking up his girlfriend from work?”
“He’s coming out! He looks even better than the car!“.
Excited chatter spread quickly among the employees who were gathered at the entrance.
When the man stepped out of the vehicle, the crowd took notice of his handsome appearance. People couldn’t take their eyes off him.
Just as Veronica stepped out of the elevator, she spotted a particular ominous silhouette in the distance. She thought she was seeing things.
The car parked outside looked exactly like Heath’s car.
Unease and disbelief fluttered in her chest as she walked to the building entrance. Her pace quickened unconsciously.
It really was Heath.
Veronica immediately lowered her head and pretended not to see him as she tried to slip through the small crowd unnoticed.
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