Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 58: Chapter 58
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Louis continued, his voice unwavering. "Three years ago, I was forced into a marriage with a woman I never loved. Back then, Gemma and I were deeply in love. She was the one I was determined to marry, even if she seems like a different person now."
Once Louis made up his mind, no one could change it, just as no one could have stopped him from divorcing Georgia.
Hearing this, Elsie leapt up, seething with rage. "If you dare get engaged to Gemma, don't you ever set foot in this house again! I ... I'll disown you as my grandson... Get out... get out of my sight right now!"
Seeing her breathing grow increasingly labored, Phoebe hurriedly pushed Louis out the door.
"Honestly, how could you upset your grandma like this?" Phoebe scolded. "Just go home for now. Let her cool down before you come back…"
"But about your engagement to Gemma, I really think you should think twice about it!" Phoebe added.
Without even getting a bite to eat, Louis was unceremoniously kicked out.
Back at Malibu Villa, Louis was about to head for the shower when his eyes landed on the meal and soup Georgia had made for him, still sitting untouched on the dining table. That day, because Gemma had threatened suicide, he'd only managed a single sip before rushing out. Now, out of nowhere, he found himself longing for that taste.
It was just that the dishes and soup on the dining table had been left for a few days and were no longer fit to eat.
Yet, for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to clear the table. It was as if, with those bowls and spoons still there, the woman in the apron with a gentle smile might walk in at any moment.
After a long silence, as the quiet settled in, Louis finally returned to reality. He was about to get engaged to Gemma. So there was no longer any place in his life for that woman in the apron.
With his slender, well-groomed fingers, Louis cleared the dining table, discarding the untouched meal just as abruptly as he was casting aside his fleeting affection for Georgia.
Gemma was the woman he had always been determined to marry, and that was never changed.
Yet, for some reason, the harder Louis tried not to think about Georgia, the clearer her face became in his mind.
In Vance's modest bungalow, Georgia curled into a tight ball, hugging herself tightly.
On her way home, when Georgia saw the online announcement of Louis and Gemma's engagement, she was surprised to find that she still felt a deep ache inside.
At that moment, a bone-chilling cold washed over her.
When Vance returned home, he found his daughter trembling and hugging herself tightly, curled up on the couch.
Seeing her clothes soaked, he touched her forehead, only to realize with alarm that she was burning up with fever.
He rushed to get some fever medicine and brewed ginger tea.
Half-awake and in a feverish haze, Georgia kept telling herself that Louis really was going to get engaged to Gemma.
The feud between Gemma and her would never end in this lifetime. They would fight till one of them falls.
Georgia scoffed inwardly, 'She wants to marry Louis? In her dreams!'
After a night's sleep, she was fully recharged the next day.
Seeing her dad busily sorting old cardboard boxes early that morning, Georgia walked over and said cheerfully: "Dad, my studio is about to take off! When are you finally going to come be the boss?"
Hearing this, Vance smiled faintly, never pausing in his work. "Soon, sweetheart. Real soon!"
Even though he and his daughter had poured all their savings into opening a fashion design studio, Vance still couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth, especially when he thought of the Kirkland Group, a company that even the Murray Group now had to rely on.
It was impossible a tiny, fledgling studio with no reputation possibly stand up to the Kirkland Group, an industry giant in fashion. What's more, the Kirkland Group had the powerful backing of the Rathbone Group.
His daughter was just too naive about how the world really worked.
After sorting through the day's recyclables, Vance pedaled his rickety tricycle toward the Murray Group.
It wasn't that he still had any attachment to the company. Rather, this janitorial job was his only lifeline now.
Over the years, Vance had thought more than once about finding a new job, but as soon as companies heard he'd been blacklisted by the Rathbone Group, not a single one dared to hire him. Now, with Victor constantly targeting him as well, he figured he'd better just lay low in his janitorial position for now. At least with his meager janitor's salary and what he earned from collecting recyclables, it was enough to support both his daughter and himself.
Once Louis made up his mind, no one could change it, just as no one could have stopped him from divorcing Georgia.
Hearing this, Elsie leapt up, seething with rage. "If you dare get engaged to Gemma, don't you ever set foot in this house again! I ... I'll disown you as my grandson... Get out... get out of my sight right now!"
Seeing her breathing grow increasingly labored, Phoebe hurriedly pushed Louis out the door.
"Honestly, how could you upset your grandma like this?" Phoebe scolded. "Just go home for now. Let her cool down before you come back…"
"But about your engagement to Gemma, I really think you should think twice about it!" Phoebe added.
Without even getting a bite to eat, Louis was unceremoniously kicked out.
Back at Malibu Villa, Louis was about to head for the shower when his eyes landed on the meal and soup Georgia had made for him, still sitting untouched on the dining table. That day, because Gemma had threatened suicide, he'd only managed a single sip before rushing out. Now, out of nowhere, he found himself longing for that taste.
It was just that the dishes and soup on the dining table had been left for a few days and were no longer fit to eat.
Yet, for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to clear the table. It was as if, with those bowls and spoons still there, the woman in the apron with a gentle smile might walk in at any moment.
After a long silence, as the quiet settled in, Louis finally returned to reality. He was about to get engaged to Gemma. So there was no longer any place in his life for that woman in the apron.
With his slender, well-groomed fingers, Louis cleared the dining table, discarding the untouched meal just as abruptly as he was casting aside his fleeting affection for Georgia.
Gemma was the woman he had always been determined to marry, and that was never changed.
Yet, for some reason, the harder Louis tried not to think about Georgia, the clearer her face became in his mind.
In Vance's modest bungalow, Georgia curled into a tight ball, hugging herself tightly.
On her way home, when Georgia saw the online announcement of Louis and Gemma's engagement, she was surprised to find that she still felt a deep ache inside.
At that moment, a bone-chilling cold washed over her.
When Vance returned home, he found his daughter trembling and hugging herself tightly, curled up on the couch.
Seeing her clothes soaked, he touched her forehead, only to realize with alarm that she was burning up with fever.
He rushed to get some fever medicine and brewed ginger tea.
Half-awake and in a feverish haze, Georgia kept telling herself that Louis really was going to get engaged to Gemma.
The feud between Gemma and her would never end in this lifetime. They would fight till one of them falls.
Georgia scoffed inwardly, 'She wants to marry Louis? In her dreams!'
After a night's sleep, she was fully recharged the next day.
Seeing her dad busily sorting old cardboard boxes early that morning, Georgia walked over and said cheerfully: "Dad, my studio is about to take off! When are you finally going to come be the boss?"
Hearing this, Vance smiled faintly, never pausing in his work. "Soon, sweetheart. Real soon!"
Even though he and his daughter had poured all their savings into opening a fashion design studio, Vance still couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth, especially when he thought of the Kirkland Group, a company that even the Murray Group now had to rely on.
It was impossible a tiny, fledgling studio with no reputation possibly stand up to the Kirkland Group, an industry giant in fashion. What's more, the Kirkland Group had the powerful backing of the Rathbone Group.
His daughter was just too naive about how the world really worked.
After sorting through the day's recyclables, Vance pedaled his rickety tricycle toward the Murray Group.
It wasn't that he still had any attachment to the company. Rather, this janitorial job was his only lifeline now.
Over the years, Vance had thought more than once about finding a new job, but as soon as companies heard he'd been blacklisted by the Rathbone Group, not a single one dared to hire him. Now, with Victor constantly targeting him as well, he figured he'd better just lay low in his janitorial position for now. At least with his meager janitor's salary and what he earned from collecting recyclables, it was enough to support both his daughter and himself.
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