Victoria thought for a moment, didn’t continue questioning, but instead played the emotional card.
“… you and Ferris have been married for over three years, and you haven’t even given him a child. Do you know how the outside world sees him? I hope you consider others and don’t be so selfish.”
Selfish…
I revealed a sarcastic smile. Who exactly was being selfish?
When there were no children before, how come she never thought to ask her son about it.
“I said, you should go find Ferris about these matters. It’s not that I’m unwilling to leave.”
Victoria hadn’t expected this kind of attitude from me now, and walked up to me: “Is this the attitude you have when speaking to your elders?”
After saying this, she raised her hand to hit me.
But when her hand was about to fall, I grabbed her wrist.
“Please conduct yourself with dignity.” I shook her off.
Victoria couldn’t help but step back several paces. After leaving, she couldn’t believe for a long time that this could be the same submissive daughter–in–law from before.
Outside, she took out her phone and called her private secretary.
“Find a way to investigate what Ferris has been doing recently.”
Although Victoria was Ferris’s mother, she didn’t understand what he was thinking at all,
She didn’t understand–previously it was him who said he didn’t love Aurora, but it was also him who kept her in the villa.
What exactly was wrong with him?
At night, Ferris went upstairs. My door wasn’t closed.
White curtains swayed gently in the wind, moonlight spilled on the wooden floor, serene as water. I sat at the desk, buried in writing my thesis, fingertips rapidly tapping the keyboard, immersed in the silence.
He approached, his tall figure reflected on the screen in front of me, breaking the tranquility,
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His gaze fell immediately on the obvious red rash on my arm.
“Have you eaten?” His voice was low and hoarse, like night wind brushing through a forest.
Only then did I notice he had returned, looking up: “You’re back.”
“Mm, go downstairs to eat.”
I shook my head: “I’m not hungry.”
“-Not hungry, but go anyway.”
After saying this, he turned and went downstairs himself, his tone brooking no refusal.
I had to put down my work and follow him to the dining room.
The dining table was set with several exquisite hot dishes, all without exception avoiding seafood allergens. Obviously, he had instructed this in advance.
He didn’t explain anything, just sat down by himself and ate with his head lowered.
After finishing the meal in silence, I finally spoke: “Your mother came to see me today.”
Ferris paused his movements, looked up at me, his gaze suddenly sharp: “What did she want with you?”
I took out the blank check from my pocket and pushed it in front of him: “She told me to fill in a number and leave you.”
His eyes darkened, his gaze falling on that thin check: “Did you agree?”
If I were willing, I only needed to write any number on it, and my future could be completely free from packs, power, and disputes–living freely and quietly.
But I shook my head: “No. This money has no meaning to me”
Whether or not there was this check, I had already made my decision.
I wanted to leave him–it had nothing to do with Ferris, nothing to do with money.
I gently pushed the check to his side: “I’m returning it to you.
Ferris took it, glanced at it, and casually threw it into the trash can beside him. The paper made a slight sound against the metal walls. His gaze returned to my face, falling on that patch of reddened allergic skin, his eyes growing even deeper.
“Your choice is correct,” his tone was cold, “even if you had filled in a number, Iwouldn’t have honored it.”
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He wanted to snuff out any hope I had of escaping in its infancy.
My hand tightened under the table, fingertips almost digging into my palm.
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