Chapter 0103
Patrick was stunned and infuriated at the notion. “Mr. Davis’s lover?”
The concept of such a casual relationship embarrassed and angered him.
“Is she so shameless? Mr. Davis’s lover? Lucius has so many women! She’s destroying the Wickhams‘ dignity by being one of his flings!”
“Dad, please don’t speak ill of my sister.”
Patrick’s response was bitter. “Like mother, like daughter!”
Had Emily been in agreement with him, perhaps Patrick’s anger wouldn’t have reached such heights. However, Emily’s compassion and gentleness now stood in stark contrast to his perception of Violet, fueling his rage.
Patrick eventually erupted, hurling the most venomous words.
Emily internally rejoiced at his reaction, barely containing her laughter.
The topic of Violet’s mother, who had an affair and left Patrick while pregnant with Violet, was a sensitive and painful subject for him. His hurt and anger had led him to divorce Astrid Spencer
soon after Violet’s birth, banning her from their lives.
Violet’s mother had always been a taboo subject around Patrick, rarely brought up by anyone.
“Well, if she wants nothing to do with the Wickhams, so be it! I’ll remove her from our family
registry tomorrow!”
Violet sat in the back of the taxi, staring blankly out the window, her mind still replaying the
scenes from the banquet hall.
She thought about the affection Patrick showed Emily, his mixed emotions upon seeing Violet, and the palpable awkwardness between father and daughter. They couldn’t even exchange
greetings.
She sighed softly, contemplating whether she should have acknowledged Patrick at the banquet.
Despite his attitude, she was the younger one. She felt it wasn’t right to harbor resentment
against her father.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone receiving a message from Emily.
After losing her previous phone, Violet had to buy a new one with a new SIM card, which Naomi
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Reading Emily’s message, Violet’s expression was drained of color in shock..
The text from Emily stated, “Dad’s planning to remove you from the family registry tomorrow. You’ll need to find somewhere else to register quickly, or you’ll be unregistered.
Also, Dad wants me to tell you, ‘Like mother, like daughter.“”
Could these really be her father’s words?
Violet gazed at her phone screen in disbelief, hoping it was a fabrication from Emily. She tried to call Patrick for confirmation, but he didn’t answer, and eventually switched off his phone.
This action seemed to confirm her fears. Her father’s Intentions were now painfully clear.
Violet’s shoulders slumped, her phone falling from her hands unnoticed.
She muttered. “Like mother, like daughter! Like mother, like daughter!”
This sentence wounded her more than any harsh words from her father. Her heart was shattered. overwhelming her with grief. She curled up, seeking solace in her own embrace.
When she returned to the place she shared with Naomi, she found Naomi still awake, knitting on the sofa. Naomi greeted her with a warm smile. “You’re back already?”
Violet nodded, trying not to let her sadness affect Naomi, and managed a smile. “What are you knitting?”
Naomi held up the wool, and said, “A scarf, I found some beautiful wool on sale today. I thought this color would be perfect for you. It’s going to look lovely when it’s finished.”
“For me?” Violet was touched.
Naomi’s revelation restored a sliver of color to her pale face, despite the sorrow Patrick had caused.
“Yes, for you,” Naomi reassured her.
Moving towards Naomi, Violet carefully cradled the wool she was knitting, her eyes welling up with tears from the emotional moment.
She complimented Naomi, “Your hands are so skilled, and what you create is truly beautiful.
Naomi, with a sigh, reminisced, “Aggie used to say the same.”
Her mood shifted from calm to reflective, and a bit melancholic. “I often wonder how she’s doing.”
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Despite any grievances, a child’s bond and concern for their mother can never truly be severed. Violet, at a loss for words, reflected on the differing expressions of care she witnessed.
Patrick’s affection for Emily had caused her pain, and Naomi’s longing for her daughter, expressed
through knitting a scarf for Violet, brought only warmth to her heart.
“You’re so kind,” Violet said softly, reaching out to wipe Naomi’s tears. “Agatha is lucky to have a mother like you. She’ll come back.”
Naomi expressed gratitude in response to Violet’s words, which clearly moved her.
She affectionately stroked Violet’s hair, comforting her, “Vivi, I understand your pain. Remember,
even without your biological mom, I’m here for you. I’m your mom now.”
“Yes, you’re my real mom,” Violet agreed with a sigh.
Their conversation filled the room with palpable warmth and tenderness.
The following day, a weekend, Violet stayed home to assist Naomi with chores instead of going to
work.
As she was cleaning, a knock came at the door.
Violet wiped the soap from her hands on her clothes, and went to see who it was.
Lucius was standing there.
