Reclaiming What Was Meant to Be Mine

Chapter 11 Parting Ways

Chapter 11 Parting Ways

In this family, Mr. Smith's word was law. He never allowed anyone to challenge his authority or contradict him.

Roslin's actions were undoubtedly crossing the line.

Linda looked at Roslin in shock, not because of Roslin's past, but because of how casually and calmly Roslin spoke of her past misfortunes. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

John and Lucinda fell into silence.

"It's all my fault, Rosy." Lucinda wiped her tears and walked toward Roslin, wanting to embrace her.

Roslin stood up and avoided her embrace.

There was a time when she longed for her mother's embrace so much, but now she didn't need it.

She had suffered too much.

So, she was used to it.

"I'm full, you guys can enjoy your meal."

Roslin walked out of the dining room unconcernedly, ignoring what they thought or felt.

The atmosphere in the dining room didn't ease after she left. In fact, it became more depressing. John looked at the table full of dishes that Linda liked, but he had no appetite.

He looked at Lucinda and said, "From now on, before meals, ask Roslin what she'd like to have."

Linda's heart ached when she heard this. She clenched her fists tightly on her lap.

Did Roslin even want to fight for the food she wanted?

Lucinda nodded. When John got up, she asked in a hurry, "Are you not eating anymore?"

How could John still have the appetite?

"No."

Before leaving the dining room, he glanced at Linda and left with a gloomy face.

When they were both gone, Lucinda sat back in her seat and said, "Linda, eat more."

Linda looked at the table of dishes. Most of them were sashimi. How could she bring herself to eat after hearing Roslin's words? Despite knowing that Roslin did it on purpose, Linda felt uncomfortable.

"No, I'm full."

She didn't have any appetite after John gave her such a look.

Her mother had no sense at all.

Linda complained in her heart but didn't show it on her face.

If it were before, she would have lost her temper.

But now, although she was angry, she had to bear with it.

Seeing that they weren't eating anymore, Lucinda put down her fork and waved her hand, telling the servants to clear the table.

"Mary, can you believe Roslin's behavior? Why did she have to bring up those unspeakable things? It made everyone unhappy. Do you think she's blaming me for not noticing it earlier? After all, I'm her mother." Lucinda felt uncomfortable and complained to Mary.

Mary sighed. If she were Roslin, she would have been unhappy too. It was the first meal Roslin had at home, but all the dishes were Linda's favorites. It was only natural for Roslin to be angry.

Lucinda had indeed made a mistake, but Mary didn't dare to say it.

She smiled and said, "Maybe Miss Roslin just hasn't got used to moving here.. Mrs. Smith, you should show more concern toward her, and everything will be fine."

"Alright."

Lucinda stood up, not wanting to continue the topic.

Rat-a-tat...

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened. Linda walked in and looked at Roslin. At this time, Roslin was sitting in Linda's favorite spot.

It was where Linda could see the most beautiful scenery in the villa. The chair was a crocodile leather sofa that her brother had designed and personally customized for her. It was unique in the world.

But now it was occupied by Roslin.

Seeing this scene, Linda was mad with jealousy.