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What else could she possibly need? With such a good house and job, it was like she was in a dream! What more could she ask for? Preslie was very satisfied.
"Since there's nothing else you need, I'll take my leave now," said Sheldon to Preslie.
Preslie's breath paused for a moment.
She was very content with both the job and the accommodation.
The only thing that made her feel uncomfortable was Sheldon's attitude.
He treated her formally and curtly, as if he was meeting her for the first time.
However, this was not their first tmeeting each other.
They had stood in the face of death together.
Preslie let out a bitter laugh.
She was someone who fell in love very easily.
In her heart, she felt like she had experienced a life and death situation with this handsmilitary officer, but he did not seem to think so.
Perhaps she had thought too deep into it.
Preslie said, "Thank you," Yesseca originally wanted to accompany Preslie, but the driver told her it was getting late and that he'd need to send her back to Quartley Palace soon. Yesseca had to say goodbye to Preslie.
"I'll be heading off first. Letknow if you need anything," said Yesseca.
"Everything will be fine," replied Preslie. "Yesseca, everything is great, thank you so much." "There's nothing to thankfor." After chatting for a while more, Yesseca left with the driver. Preslie stood in her huge house, walking around and touching items here and there. She put her hand on her chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer heart was pounding.
Her eyes were wide open.
Goodness, everything was incredible.
Not too long ago, she left hand had no job. She was pathetic, living like a homeless person.
Now, she had such a beautiful house to live in and such a high-ranking job.
Good heavens, she felt like she was dreaming.
Preslie lay on the sofa.
The sofa was so soft that she sunk into it.
Preslie fell into a trance, until she was brought back to her senses by the sound of her phone ringing.
Someone was calling her.
It was her mother.
Preslie held her phone in her hands.
It was the first ther family had called since she left.
She hesitated for a moment before answering the phone.
"Mom," Her voice was very weak.
"Preslie, where the h*ll have you been? When are you coming home?" Celine shouted.
Her loud voice scared Preslie.
"I..." Preslie kept on stuttering.
Her mother's voice was booming through the phone. "If you don't chnow, no one's going to take out the trash or tidy up the place. You'd better get back heret Then, she softened her tone.
"Prestie, you were wrong for what you did last time. You slapped your sister, otherwise, she would not have slapped back. It's all in the past, you should cback now." Preslie didn't speak.
She realized her mother only wanted her back to clean her house. Her mother did not miss her at all. After all, every single household chore was basically done by her.
Preslie hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Mom, I'm not coming back. I can see things clearly now. You and my sister might be a family, but I am an outsider to you. Now that I've left, I'm not coming back!" "You d*mned girl!" Celine was very unhappy. "Where can you go? What can you do? You're not pretty, you're not educated, if you want to run off, please, at least look at yourself in the mirror first!" Her words agitated Preslie.
She knew that she wasn't the best person around, but to hear it from her own mother was soul crushing.
Preslie straightened her back and raised her voice. "Mom, don't talk about your daughter like that. I am not as bad as you think. I am in Nashaland now. I have a house with 3 bedrooms and 2 living rooms.
| have a job too. Not as a salesperson, at the president's office." Preslie felt a wave of emotions flow through her as she spoke.
She wanted to tell her mother that she was capable.
That she could live comfortably after running away from home.
Her words were met with silence.
Preslie was a little nervous.
Was her mother surprised? Even though she was nervous, she felt good.
Soon, however, there was a burst of laughter from the other end of the line.
The laughter was not from Celine, but from Amelia.
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Then, Amelia's voice rang out, "I say, Preslie, you must be dreaming.m You're in Nashaland and you're Working at the president's office. Do Cat you really think it's easy to get a job there? You must be mad!" Her mother chimed in, "Preslie, what nonsense are you spouting? Cback now, you're an unattractive, uneducated woman, you will die out there!" Celine then said to her husband, Caller, "She ran off and now she's
not coming home. She said she's in Nashalad and that she found a job in the president's office. She needs to look in the mirror and see how much of an embarrassment she is to the Fernandez family. Celine's voice was cut off.
Preslie had hung up the phone.
She threw her phone aside.
Bitterness engulfed her.
She was a proud woman.
They didn't believe her.
They didn't believe her at all.
Two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks, but she wiped them away.
She stood up from the sofa and raised her small fist. "Preslie, the more people look down on you, the more you'll have to work hard. You do well at the president's office, and people will respect you for who you are!" Yesseca returned to Quartley Palace. Tremaine had also just returned.
Yesseca thanked Tremaine for helping out with Preslie's matters.
She knew Preslie was very happy with what Tremaine had provided for her.
She was very grateful to Tremaine.
Tremaine dismissed Yesseca's gratitude.
He glanced at Yesseca and said, "You're my woman. There is nothing to thankfor,"