Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Seraphina quickly explained, “Of course not! You’re wonderful. It’s me who’s not.”
“I’m just worried people will mock you for marrying a divorced woman with such a lavish ceremony.”
In their circle, ridicule was a fact of life.
Just like her-following Caspian for years with no name or status, she had long become the biggest joke in Westwood.
A chill emanated from Spencer’s brow. “If anyone dares to laugh at you, I’ll make sure they never laugh again.”
Instantly, tears welled in Seraphina’s eyes. So this is what it felt like to be loved and protected.
When she first started working as Caspian’s secretary, there were always nasty rumors.
Whenever she told him about them, his response was always the same.
“It’s their mouth, not yours. Why do you care so much what they say?”
Over time, Seraphina had heard every horrible thing imaginable and had simply stopped caring.
It wasn’t until this moment that she realized you could be protected from gossip.
Perhaps it was because she had felt so much love in such a short time that Seraphina began to cry tears of happiness.
Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont were still trying to figure out what was happening when Spencer pulled her into his arms, comforting her softly. “If you want to cry, then cry. Once you’re with me, I will never let you suffer even the slightest grievance again.”
Seraphina buried her head in Spencer’s chest and made a silent vow: she would spend the rest of her life loving Spencer and her family, and say a final goodbye
to the wretched life she had lived before.
Since Seraphina had just returned and wasn’t familiar with the house, she asked Spencer to give her a tour.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Beaumont went to the kitchen to cook for them herself.
The first floor housed the staff quarters, the second held rooms like a gym and a piano studio, while the third floor was reserved for the family.
Even though Seraphina had been gone for all these years, the largest and finest bedroom in the mansion had always been kept for her.
Pushing open the door, she saw the floor and bed covered with birthday gifts her parents and Spencer had prepared for her over the past twenty-plus years.
There was one for every year, without fail.
Seraphina’s heart filled with a mix of joy and sorrow.
Joy, because even though she had been lost as a child, her parents had kept her room for her, preparing a gift every single year. So this was the bond of blood.
Sorrow, because after all her years of diligent service in the Anderson family, she had only ever been worthy of the servants’ quarters.
Mr. Anderson suffered from an old ailment that gave him headaches on rainy days.
For his sake, Seraphina had sought out a master and spent a month learning massage techniques, just so he would suffer a little less on rainy days.
But Mr. Anderson was blind to it all. In his heart, there was only Thalia.
But from the moment she left Westwood, she had severed all ties with the Anderson family.
Westwood.
A dreary rain fell. Outside the Anderson mansion, the media had formed an impenetrable wall around the entrance.
Mr. Anderson’s head was splitting with pain, and beside him, Thalia was sobbing. “Dad, Caspian has abandoned me! You can’t abandon me too!”
Because of Thalia’s scandal, the Anderson Group’s stock had already plummeted.
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The company’s shareholders were hounding him one after another, demanding an explanation.
Mr. Anderson was already furious with nowhere to vent, and Thalia walked right into the line of fire.
“Help you? How? By holding another press conference and claiming Seraphina plagiarized you?”
“I had already convinced her to leave Caspian willingly. Who told you to pull a stunt like this?”
“My whole life I’ve built my reputation, only to have a fool for a daughter.”
“You figure out how to clean up this mess yourself. If you can’t minimize public opinion, don’t blame me for disowning you!”
Compared to Seraphina, Mr. Anderson did indeed favor Thalia more. But when it came to the company’s interests, even his own daughter was expendable.
Mr. Anderson’s headache was unbearable. He called for a maid to massage his temples, but it only grew worse.
He roared, “You can’t even give a proper massage! What’s the use of any of you!”
The maids exchanged glances. One ventured, “Usually, it’s Miss Seraphina who massages you, sir. She learned specifically for you. We certainly can’t compare.”
An unnamed rage simmered in Mr. Anderson’s chest. He picked up his phone and called Seraphina.
She must be adrift somewhere now. Seraphina was a filial child. If he just offered her a small incentive, she would surely come running back.
As it happened, in her haste to block everyone, Seraphina had forgotten about Mr. Anderson.
The call came in while the Beaumont family was having dinner.
Seeing that the call connected, Mr. Anderson spoke with his usual air of superiority.
‘Seraphina, you’ve had your tantrum. It’s time to pull yourself together before things get out of hand.”
‘I don’t care where you are. Get back to the Anderson house immediately, or don’t blame me for disowning you!”
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