Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Jack pinched the bridge of his nose, “I can’t argue with you anymore. I’m not talking to you.”
Having said that, he picked up his phone and headed out the door to work overtime at his company.
Sophia shouted after him, “Don’t come back. You always make a mess!”
Jack stumbled on the steps and nearly fell to his death.
Linda’s emotions were in turmoil. What did Sophia mean by her words? Would they still pamper and cherish Elizabeth even if she tarnished the family’s reputation?
Had all her previous efforts to restrain herself and please them been a joke?
Elizabeth Lawrence! She really shouldn’t have come back!
Remembering the way Elizabeth had looked at her earlier, Linda still felt uneasy. As long as Elizabeth was in the Wilson family, she wouldn’t be happy!
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After Elizabeth went upstairs, she left the gift from Jack in a corner and didn’t touch it again.
She sat on her bed and zoned out for a while before lying back and covering herself with the blanket to sleep.
That night, several people had trouble sleeping.
Sophia tossed and turned in bed until Sir Wilson finally pinned her down, “What’s going on?”
“I just don’t get it. Is Jack too eager to turn Elizabeth into a phoenix?” Sophia stared at the ceiling, puzzled.
Ray was more aware of Jack’s personality and said, “That’s just the way Jack is. When he’s at work, he can’t tolerate any mistakes. Even the smallest error might get you a scolding. He’s just too much of a perfectionist.”
Sophia sat up abruptly, startling Ray, who almost fell off the bed.
“Elizabeth is his sister, not his subordinate. What does he want to perfect? Does he think Elizabeth is data that can be modified if he doesn’t like it?”
“Okay, okay.”
Ray hurriedly soothed her, “Don’t be angry. Elizabeth just came back. He hasn’t found his footing yet. He’ll figure it out as they spend more time together.”
Sophia looked aggrieved, “I just feel bad for Elizabeth. She had such a hard time growing up, so what’s wrong with spoiling her a little now?”
Ray tucked Sophia into the blanket and spoke wearily, “Don’t worry too much. The more you help, the messier it gets. Let the siblings sort their issues out themselves.”
Sir Wilson’s parenting philosophy had always been to let the younger generation handle their own affairs. Besides, they were both old enough now; it wasn’t appropriate for the adults to intervene.
Meanwhile, Jack was in his office, seriously searching on his computer.
“How to get a rebellious younger sister back on track.”
Elizabeth, labeled as rebellious, returned to her old lifestyle of Internet addiction after coming back from the old house. She hadn’t seen Jack since.
Until Wednesday, when she received a call from Peter Berney.
“Wake up, Boss! I’m bringing you something; I’ll be there soon.”
Elizabeth lazily hummed a response with her eyes closed, her voice raspy, “What is it?”
“A gown! A super extravagant gown! A gown that will blind everyone!”
“Why are you bringing me a gown?” Elizabeth’s voice was soft and sweet.
“Don’t tell me you forgot that today is your half-sister’s birthday party?”
“Oh, what does it have to do with me?” Elizabeth was uninterested; she just wanted to sleep.
Peter was furious, “Of course, it matters! Why should they hold a party for her before you? Do they think you’re too nice to fight back?”
“Tonight, I want you to be the brightest star, steal the show, and make us all proud at Fortune Law Group. Your beauty will be remembered for ages!”
Elizabeth was silent for a while before speaking calmly, “Don’t misuse idioms. Write them down a thousand times and send it to me.”
That last line about making her ‘beauty remembered for ages’ was a bit too much.
Yawning, she added, “Handwritten.”