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Chapter: 467
“Enough! Can you just shut up?” Galilea interjected, her patience worn thin.
If she’d had her way, she wouldn’t have left all those years ago. But the choice hadn’t
been hers.
“I’m your mother. I’m only looking out for you,” Evie grumbled, her lips curling into a pout.
She fed Galilea some soup, pressing on. “It’s common knowledge that you two were a
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcouple. How did things come to this? You’ve barely returned and now you’re leaving again.
It’s embarrassing for your father and me. We’re at a Loss when our friends ask about you.”
Eyes closed, Galilea asked in a measured tone, “Where’s Dad? What has he been up to
lately?”
He’d made a promise to deal with Sabrina, but had he followed through?
How disappointing her parents had proven to be!
“Your dad? Don’t bother with him. He’s probably with his new mistress by now.”
Galilea held her silence.
Why were these people her parents?
Her father, ever so ambitious yet utterly ineffective when it came to family affairs, knew
only how to juggle mistresses.
Her mother, constantly bickering with her father, did nothing but nag.
She found herself envying Sabrina.
Despite her difficult upbringing, Sabrina had effortlessly secured the title of Mrs. Blakely.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Don’t rely on your dad. If there’s anything you need, just tell me.”
Galilea glanced at her mother without uttering a word.
“What’s with that look?” Evie questioned, irritated.
“Nothing. Don’t read too much into it,” Galilea snapped, clearly exasperated.
After her spat with Galilea, Evie returned home and flung her purse onto the sofa.
Osiris, her husband, hadn’t come back yet. She fumed, assuming he was off with some
tramp.
Just then, Osiris’ secretary walked in, clutching some paperwork.
“Osiris isn’t here.”
“I’m aware. He asked me to deliver the document to his study.”
“Okay.” Evie didn’t take it seriously.