Chapter 7
Everyone’s inherent bias had subconsciously convicted her all along.
A burning heat prickled the corners of his eyes.
David looked down at his own hands, suddenly realizing
with a start…
All these years, his seemingly neutral silence-how was it any different from his father’s outright favoritism?
Thinking this, he turned and went upstairs without another word.
Ryan rented an old villa in Beverly Hills.
The house wasn’t huge, but it was clean and tastefully
maintained.
There was an orange tree in the yard, laden with large, sweet fruit.
The Williams family showed up at our doorstep just as Ryan had gone out on business.
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The old garden gate was forcibly kicked open by bodyguards, and my father stormed in with his
entourage.
After looking around, he pointed at me and scolded, “Emily! You’ve disgraced the Williams family!”
“Come home with me!”
I put down the watering can I was holding and looked up calmly. “I’m married. This is my home now.”
My father kicked a flowerpot on the ground and pointed at my nose. “That delivery guy doesn’t even have a proper job! This isn’t a real marriage, it’s a sham!”
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