From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 130: Chapter 130

As soon as the phone was answered, Gregory's eager voice came through, "Paisy, it's me."
"Mr. Sullivan, if you have something to say, say it. Don't waste time with pleasantries," Paisley said, her tone distant.
Paisley's personality could be deceptive. When it came to things that didn't involve her core principles, she would tolerate them.
This often gave others the impression that she was easygoing and easy to manipulate. But in reality, she was a person who paid attention to every little detail.
On the other end of the line, Gregory hesitated. If they were face to face, Paisley would have seen the reddish color creep into his face.
But over the phone, all she could hear was him taking a deep breath before continuing with the same polite tone.
"Paisy, did you see the Instagram post?" asked Gregory carefully.
"I saw it," she replied.
Gregory's tone became a little higher, "Paisy, since you saw it, you should know that I truly realize my mistakes. I've already asked Brittany to leave the Sullivan family. From now on, you're the only daughter in this family. My good daughter. Can you forgive me?"
Paisley's skin crawled hearing him call her his "good daughter."
"Alright," she answered with a smile.
"Really?" Gregory was clearly relieved. As long as he had Paisley's forgiveness, the Sullivan family could maintain its former glory. No, it could even go further.
However, before he could rejoice too much, Paisley's voice came again, "If you want me to forgive you, it's not impossible. Give me full control of the company and all the shares. You step down. If you do that, I'll forgive you."
"You—" Gregory was taken aback. He knew that to earn Paisley's forgiveness, he'd have to pay a price, which was why he posted such a statement online. But he hadn't expected Paisley to go straight for the company.
"Paisy, you're my daughter. When I get older, this company will eventually be yours. There's no need to rush."
Paisley sneered, "How's that for sincerity? You want me to forgive you? Do you think a simple statement can erase the past? Mr. Sullivan, you're dreaming."
With that, she hung up the phone, not wanting to waste any more time with Gregory. As for Sullivan Group, she had no interest in that failing company. A business that was rotten from the core wasn't worth anything.
She logged into her Instagram account, saw the statement Gregory had tagged her in, and reposted it with a comment: [Not me. I'm not a Sullivan.]
With Nion's sharp reply, the internet was once again filled with mockery. But this time, the target of the ridicule wasn't just Brittany, but both Brittany and Sullivan Group.
Back at the old house, Brittany watched the escalating ridicule online and wished she could crawl through the internet and strangle everyone who was commenting.
She was finished. This morning, she received a call from her agent, telling her that the company had decided to temporarily shelve her career and wouldn't be giving her any more resources or opportunities for the time being.
This meant that she wouldn't even be able to take minor roles in online dramas.
"Paisley, Paisley, it's all your fault, all your fault!" Brittany's finger jabbed at Nion's Instagram profile on her phone, as if doing so would somehow reach Paisley.
When Christina returned from the supermarket, she found Brittany nearly in a frenzy, jabbing her phone so hard that her nails were split.
"Oh my gosh, Brittany, what are you doing? You're bleeding!" Christina put down her groceries and rushed over, grabbing Brittany's hand, which was starting to bleed from her fingertips. "What's wrong with you, hurting yourself like this?"
Brittany yanked her hand away. "Dad already issued a statement saying he's ended the adoption contract. I'm no longer the Sullivan family's daughter. The only daughter of the Sullivan family is Paisley. So why are you still bothering with me?"
"Stop pretending!" Brittany thought Christina was being hypocritical. "Paisley is now a well-known screenwriter and the ex-wife of Dominick. You've got a powerful daughter now. Why do you still need me?"
Christina lovingly pulled Brittany into her arms. "Brittany, no matter what happens, you will always be my daughter. I won't abandon you."
"So, are you letting me stay here? Is this even a place for people to live?" Brittany looked around at the old house in disdain, worried that cockroaches might crawl out from the walls and bite her while she slept.
Christina felt helpless too. Gregory was simply cold-blooded.
He'd kicked Brittany out without hesitation, and after that, he had also reclaimed the secondary credit card he'd given Brittany.
For years, Brittany had lived like a princess. When she ran out of money, she'd just ask Gregory for more, or spend on his credit card. She never saved up any money.
The small web dramas and gigs she'd done didn't earn much either. She spent money extravagantly, and in the end, had nothing left.
Christina's situation wasn't much better. In the Sullivan family, she had lived hand-to-mouth. However, she was smarter than that. She'd invested most of her money in gold and silver jewelry, hoping to keep them as dowries for Brittany in the future.
Neither of them had ever expected things to turn out this way. Now, out of desperation, Christina had to bring Brittany back to the old house left by her parents before she got married.
"Brittany, just hang in there. Once I sell the jewelry, we can get you a better place to live." For now, Christina could only comfort Brittany cautiously.
Once she calmed down, Brittany realized that without the Sullivan family's support, the only person she could rely on was Christina, who hadn't abandoned her. So, she cried and threw herself into Christina's arms. "Mom, I'm so miserable, everyone online is criticizing me."
"Don't pay attention to those things online. It'll be okay, I'm here for you."
"Mom, do you think I have no future?" The worse things got for her, the more Christina would feel sorry for her. She wanted Christina to feel sorry for her.
Christina immediately denied, "Of course not. I'll help you, don't worry. No one can bully you!"
While speaking, Christina glanced at Brittany's phone screen, at Nion's Instagram profile, her eyes flashing coldly.
"Achoo!" While Paisley was focused on rewriting the script, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
"You're not catching a cold, are you?" Lucy placed a cup of coffee next to Paisley. "Maybe you should skip the coffee and have some herbal tea instead?"
Paisley smiled slightly. Sometimes, she felt like Lucy was more health-conscious than she was. "I'm fine, just my nose got a bit itchy."
Lucy mischievously looked at her. "Do you think Dominick's still thinking about getting back together with you?"
Honestly, ignoring Dominick's character, his physique and appearance weren't bad at all. Paisley really had a hot ex-husband.
Paisley shot Lucy an annoyed look. She suddenly remembered that it was the weekend, and Serena wasn't going to kindergarten today. She had promised that she would take her out to play. But because of the tight schedule with the crew, she had to cancel.
When she left this morning, Serena had been upset, pouting so much that it seemed like she could hang a bottle of oil on her lips. Paisley wondered if she was still upset now.
Thinking of this, Paisley fell into deep guilt. Little did she know, Serena was having a blast at that moment.
"Max, higher, higher!"