Chapter 93
“Mrs. White Senior, I just can’t stand by and watch Tom being deceived…” Yanice pinned her final hope on Rose. She pointed at me and declared, “Laurel is right! This woman is unworthy of Tom!”
“That’s enough. Whether she’s worthy or not isn’t for you to decide” Rose said, her drooping eyes flashing with sharpness. Her piercing gaze bore down on Yanice until she dared not lift her head.
But almost immediately, Rose returned to her usual gentle demeanor. Nevertheless, her voice remained cool and measured. “As long as Tom likes her,
it’s fine.”
Yanice’s face turned pale as her expression shifted between anger and disbelief. Her plan to break Tom and me apart had failed. Seeing no hope left, glanced at Tom with red–rimmed eyes before malding an excuse to leave.
Once Rose went upstairs, only Tom and 1 remained in the living room.
“What… just happened?” I still couldn’t process it and instinctively glanced around the room.
With no one else around, I leaned closer to Tom and whispered, “Why doesn’t Mrs. White Senior mind my background?”
Even in ordinary families, a divorced woman wouldn’t easily be accepted, let alone if the man she was with was someone like Tom, the heir to the influential White family.
Tom mirrored my action, leaning in and whispering, “Maybe it’s because you’re just too exceptional.”
1 was struck s
speechless.
He continued, “You’re beautiful, clever, and likable without being too overbearing. Who wouldn’t like someone like you?”
“Tom”
He chuckled and ruffled my hair. “Why worry about this? We’re heading back this afternoon.”
1 heaved a sigh of relief. The past two days had been nerve–wracking. Now that we were finally going home, I felt a sense of ease,
Just then, I sensed a gaze lingering on me. Instinctively, I looked up and spotted a shadow in the second–floor corner. A dark red hem fluttered past.
I couldn’t help but frown slightly
If I remembered d correctly, Elena was wearing a dark red dress today
“What’s wrong?” Tom followed my gaze.
I quickly shook my head. “Nothing. When are we leaving?”
“Let’s leave now. I’ll go upstairs to say goodbye to my grandma.”
I hurriedly nodded. “I’ll wait for you.”
I thought it might take a while for Tom to chat with Rose. But to my surprise, he returned downstairs in just a few minutes.
“Let’s go.” He took my hand and started walking toward the door.
1 looked at him in confusion and struggled to match his quick pace.
At this moment, I heard a noise behind me and turned around to look. Rose was standing by the second floor railing. She was gazing at us with an unreadable expression.
“Mrs. White Senior is behind us,” I w
I whispered to alert Tom.
However, Tom Ignored it. He firmly held my hand and led me toward the mor’s exit.
As the car slowly pulled away, the manor shrunk in the distance until it finally disappeared from view.
1 exhaled deeply. I was ready to take in Dixmont’s scenery for the one last time when my phone suddenly vibrated in
I checked the caller ID and saw that it was Gavin.
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