Clarine’s POV
After Tyler left Los Angeles, I heard there seemed to be a big uproar in the New York business
circle.
The next day, I received a call from my father. But I didn’t answer it.
After all these years, he still hadn’t acknowledged the mistakes he’d made, always believing my mother’s death had nothing to do with him.
I’d fulfilled my duties as a daughter. There was nothing left to say to him.
The Robinsons‘ affairs were no longer my concern either. Clara was the one who should fulfil the duties of a Robinson family daughter.
However, I didn’t expect him to call Hans.
As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard my dad’s questioning voice.
“My dear daughter, why didn’t you tell me you divorced Tyler? Back when your sister was a vegetable, I set up a scheme for you with Tyler so you could marry him as you wished!”
I gave a cold laugh and exposed my father. “If I remember correctly, you were eyeing the Jacobsons‘ assets, not wanting to miss such a rare opportunity to swallow them up.”
“You even forgot this. Are you suffering from Alzheimer’s?”
My father was furious. “You! You! Rebellious girl! How could I have such a disgrace!”
“You tried every means to contact me, not just to say these things, right? Tell me, what’s the
matter?”
My father pondered momentarily and finally said, “You remarry Tyler immediately. Otherwise, he will hand your sister over to his uncle and …”
I smiled lightly, but I was very curious. “What else?”
‘Also, he wants to attack the Robinsons‘ industry in an all–around way.”
It had been three years. Back then, Tyler received my dad’s help and revitalized the Jacobsons
businesses.
He was a business genius; not only did he bring the Jacobsons back to life, but he also doubled
their assets.
Now, the Jacobsons‘ prominence in the business world had long overshadowed the Robinsons.
Still, what did any of that have to do with me?
When the Robinsons were thriving, I was stressed about my tuition fees and had to wash dishes in the back kitchen.
When the Robinsons declined, I continued living my own simple life.
I said indifferently, “Are you done?”
‘Clarine, what kind of attitude is that! I’m your dad! Don’t you dare…”
Beep! I hung up the phone and handed it back to Hans.
‘Don’t let me answer any more trash calls in the future. My time is precious, Mr. Schneider.”
8:08 pm
Hans nodded and promptly blocked and deleted my dad in one swift move.
“Tomorrow is our wedding. Are you nervous?”
At some point, Hans had come up behind me, planting a kiss on my neck that sent a shiver down my spine.
I pushed him away. “Tomorrow is our wedding. So right now, you should behave and keep you distance.”
Hans frowned in dissatisfaction. “What kind of rule is that? Never heard of it, not following it.”
“I just made it up. Got a problem with that?”
Hans’s expression softened as he held my hand. “Clarine, after we’re married, we’ll have plenty of time to slowly build our relationship. Are you willing… to give me this chance and try with me?”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Hans, you.”
After spending this time together, I gradually started to suspect.
Hans didn’t seem to be marrying me with some ulterior motive, as I had initially imagined.
Still, I had always been afraid to delve into the truth behind it.
I was afraid it would be like my previous forced relationship, filled with infidelity and a husband’s neglect.
Hans led me to the attic.
“Clarine, this room is for you. It’s time to open it now.”
Chante: 30
