Chapter 42: Who Cares What Yvette Does?

He sneered contemptuously. “I hope Yvette gets mad. She made my decisions.”

I spent the afternoon discussing work with Zla, who helped me understand recent trends. Zla had joined our team, and I was very satisfied with her performance. It was a fair day at work, and we collaborated well together. He left work punctually, but Zia had to stay late and work overtime. She was working hard to improve herself.

I felt she was a pretty, passionate woman dedicated to self-improvement. Whether it was her or Yvette, Randall was very lucky. I couldn’t quite remember what happened to Zia in the end; all I recalled was that she and Randall had broken up after Yvette and I…

I remembered it vividly because, during that period, something significant had happened between Yvette and me as well.

I picked up my bag and got ready to leave. As soon as I stepped out of the office building, my phone rang. When I saw the caller ID, my expression darkened slightly, but I still answered, “What?”

A strong, displeased voice came over the phone immediately. “Are you going to stop addressing me now, too? What’s happened to your manners?”

I could imagine my father harrumphing in annoyance, and I felt repulsed. He must be calling about work—perhaps asking me to borrow money from Yvette to give him.

As I expected, he said roughly, “Come home for dinner. We have a business matter to discuss with her.”

A cold smile played on my lips, and a sardonic look filled my eyes. As had happened before, I had refused his request; I was unwilling to ask Yvette for so much money to cover my inadequacies.

Because of the pressure from my father, I tentatively asked Yvette if she would come home with me. Yvette had refused; I went home alone. My father scolded me terribly, saying I couldn’t even win my own wife’s heart. He said he would have been better off training a dog than raising me.

Junt, Lexi, and Jackson egged my father on, as if afraid he wasn't being harsh enough, that he didn't hate me enough yet. My father slapped me in the face; my face swelled immediately. The burning pain lingered for several days.

I was hot-tempered, too, but I had always yearned for love and care. William was my father, and in my previous life, he had been my only family. If they were unhappy with me, I was clearly the problem. I could only cry silently when wronged, but I was still subjected to harsh abuse.

However, this time, I refused my father’s unreasonable request for this family gathering. The issue hadn’t yet come to an end. Well, it wasn’t my fault I had to erase the shame of the past. I was going to repay them for every hurt I had suffered! This was also the feud I had with that mother and son duo.

Without telling Yame, I took a cab to the Yates residence. They lived in a villa. The housekeeper, Rani, hurried out to greet me. Seeing I was alone, she was visibly startled. She rushed over and asked anxiously, “Mr. Owen, where is Ms. Jenning?”

Her look was even more nervous. “Mr. Owen, you know Mr. Tatry’s temper. You’ll surely get scolded if you come back like this. Why don’t you just leave? I’ll pretend you didn’t come today, that I didn’t see you.”

I laughed softly and patted Rosie’s shoulder, looking perfectly relaxed. “Don’t worry, Rosie. Since I’ve come back, I’m prepared. You never know who’s going to get scolded today.”

A booming male voice rang out. “Owen’s back!” Jackson suddenly stopped and looked around pointedly. He mumbled, “Hey, why did you come back alone? Didn’t Uncle William tell you to bring Yvette back with you?”

I glanced at him; I couldn’t be bothered to respond. I lowered my eyes lazily, feeling it beneath me to look at him, and walked straight to the villa. A noise upstairs; I looked up and saw a middle-aged man, slightly paunchy, walking down the stairs arm in arm with a woman in a deep red dress.

Jackson ran after me angrily. “Owen, did I say you could come in?”

My father and Aunt Lexi saw me, and they instinctively let go of each other’s hands. “Why didn’t you tell us you were back?” my father asked irately.

I couldn’t help laughing at their flustered state; the sardonic look in my eyes became even more conspicuous. “What a joke. I’m coming back to my own home. Plus, you were the one who told me to come back, and now someone here is refusing to let me in.”

“Meanwhile, someone else is blaming me for not saying I’m back. Am I not worthy of being here, or are you just scared of me seeing something I shouldn’t? The expressions of everyone present stiffened at once.”

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Before I could speak, Jackson interjected, “He proposed to Ever Maple and she rejected him, which is why he couldn’t bring her back.” Jackson shook his head as he spoke, looking uneasy. He was doing his best to sow discord between us.

This clearly worked on Bad. Offending the Jennings was something he was afraid of. As expected, stenger flated immediately, and he glared at Tamiled. “If I said it wasn’t true, would you believe me?”

Jackson moved over to my father and Aunt Lexi. His eyes were full of disgust when he looked at me, but he spoke diplomatically, “Don’t be angry, Uncle William. Owen has never been good at…”

Chapter 4: Who Cares What Yvette Does?

…making his wife happy.

“It’s not the first time Eve has given him the cold shoulder. Even if you get angry, it won’t help.”

Bad looked distracted. He must have been thinking of how difficult it had always been for me to get Yvette. That made him even angrier. He looked coldly at me, his eyes full of furious disgust. “You’re useless! What are you even capable of? Why did I have a loser like you as my… Call Ms. Jenning right now. I have to see her tonight!”

I shrugged and said carelessly, “If you want to see her, then call her. I’m not the one who wants to see her.”

“Owen, what kind of attitude is that?” my father pointed angrily at us.

Aunt Lexi hastily patted him on the back. “Don’t hold it against Owen, William. He’s still young. Don’t let your anger affect your health. It’s not worth it.”

“That’s right, Uncle William,” Jackson chimed in. The anger in his eyes burned, but he wore a woeful expression. “Owen isn’t good at anything, but he’s adept at bullying his family. Last time at the restaurant, he even said I could only eat there because I stole your money. He’s good with words, so I can’t win an argument against him. I was humiliated in public, the atmosphere was so awkward. My friends are still ignoring me. It doesn’t matter that I was humiliated, but it would be a serious matter if it affected you and Mom.”

I couldn’t help laughing. No wonder Jackson had been so quiet, as if the restaurant incident never happened. He had been waiting for this.

Aunt Lexi’s expression changed. “Owen, I know you’ve distanced yourself from our family since you married Ms. Jenning, but you and Jackson are cousins! Even if you don’t take care of your younger cousin, how could you accuse him of stealing? I’m so disappointed in you.” Her eyes were red.

My father was immediately furious. He began to lecture me, just as he had in my previous life. “Don’t forget that you bear the name of the Yates family, Owen!”

“Do you think you’re an ugly duckling who turned into a swan because you married into the Jenning family? You should look in the mirror! You have no character, no personality. If it weren’t for us supporting you, you’d have been kicked out by theJennings long ago—”