He was angry—well, so was she.
He had already made it. Why couldn't he support her just this once? Let her become stronger, better, more accomplished—so that when she stood beside him, she could do so with confidence and pride.
She worked this hard not just to chase her own sense of purpose, but also… to be worthy of him.
If he were just an ordinary man, maybe things would be easier. But he wasn't. He was the former lord of Washington Co.—a man dazzling, brilliant, unmatched in his time.
They each had their own thoughts, their own pride. And in the end, it had led to nothing but a fight and a slammed door.
Their daughter was still napping. Laurent had no interest in resting; her chest was burning with frustration, so she turned to the group chat with Vivian and the others to vent.
Vivian, upon hearing the reason behind the fight, was quick to take her side—gleefully so:
"Go, just go. Hell, stay a few years! Let him suffer! Ha!"
