Chapter 0137
Violet felt devastated, engulfed in a deep sadness.
Then, her phone unexpectedly rang. She glanced at it, half–expecting Lucius, but saw Oliver’s
name instead.
Knowing Oliver’s call wouldn’t bring good news, she decided not to answer.
Oliver didn’t call again. Instead, a different number appeared.
Violet answered tentatively. “Hello, Ms. Violet. I’m Mr. Wickham’s driver. Could you please come
to Island Cafe?”
Although puzzled, Violet recognized the driver’s number and voice.
She prepared herself, and informed Naomi before leaving.
Instead of the driver, her father met her at Island Cafe.
The sight of him caused Violet’s heart to ache sharply. She pondered the meaning behind her
father contacting her through his driver.
Patrick sat in a private booth, his face somber and devoid of any emotion upon seeing Violet. He
didn’t even bother to greet her.
Violet was unsettled, yet there was a small sense of relief that her father cared enough to meet
her.
Her anger and resentment quietly melted away as she softly called out, “Dad.”
Patrick, without a word, stood up and raised his hand.
Slap!
In a swift motion, he slapped her face.
Stunned, Violet couldn’t fathom what she had done to deserve such treatment.
“This slap is to repay you for all the kindness I’ve shown in raising you. From now on, we’re even,”
he announced coldly.
Violet was overwhelmed with that slap. She leaned weekly against the wall, feeling a deep chill.
Patrick departed without a backward glance, his purpose in meeting her was solely to deliver that
slap.
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Violet’s tears clouded her vision. Her heart shattered into pieces with that slap and was
beyond repairable. She bit her lip, wanting to question him, but her voice was too hoarse to speak.
Her father…
The driver who escorted Violet gave Patrick a look of disapproval before softly addressing him.”
Boss!”
Patrick responded curtly with a single command, “Leave!”
They then exited the café.
Violet remained in the private room for an unknown amount of time. Her tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks, feeling forsaken by the world.
The following day, Violet arrived at the office, the mark of the slap visible on her face.
Upon entering, she encountered Emily.
Emily noticed the bruises on her face, and said concernedly, “Oh, Violet, your face…”
Violet, indifferent, simply shrugged and continued on her way.
Oliver, who had driven Emily to work, watched with a conflicted look in his eyes, yet remained
silent.
Emily speculated aloud, “Dad said he was going to meet Violet last night. Could he be the one
who hit her?”
She acted shocked and distressed on the outside, but she was overjoyed on the inside. She had long wanted to slap Violet herself.
“It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have said those things about Violet.” Oliver stepped in to console
Emily, assuring her, “It’s not your fault.”
Emily covered her face, and whispered, “I feel so terrible, Oliver.”
Her reaction contrasted sharply with Violet’s indifferent demeanor, reinforcing Oliver’s belief that
he had made the right decision.
He concluded that a girl lacking self–respect and dignity wasn’t worthy of his affection. He resolved not to dwell on her, but to move on decisively.
“Let’s head inside, or you’ll be late,” he gently prompted Emily.
Emily nodded and proceeded towards her office. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of glee upon seeing Violet standing at a distance, almost laughing at her plight.
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The mother–daughter duo had spent the night worrying about Patrick’s intentions for meeting
Violet, and now, they had their answer. Strangely, Emily found Violet’s misery gratifying.
The office was abuzz with whispers and gossip.
Violet had been focused on her work and not one to pay attention to gossip, but she noticed the peculiar look in her colleagues‘ eyes, as if they were speculating something.
It was only in the pantry, a hotspot for office gossip, that she realized the nature of the rumors.
“I never would have guessed. Violet always seemed so nice and innocent, yet she’s caught up
in such scandals.”
“Going after her sister’s man, how low can you get?”
“Not just low, it’s downright shameful!”
Violet pushed open the door, causing the gossipers to fall silent.
With a scornful grin on her face, one of the colleagues mockingly mimed, zipping her lips.
Violet confronted the girl who had been the most venomous in her remarks.
“Did you actually see me steal someone’s husband?” she asked coldly, not one to take things. lying down.
Unfazed by being caught gossiping, the woman stood her ground, retorting. “Well, if you don’t want people to know, you shouldn’t have done it. And I happened to see you and your
sister in conversation.”
It dawned on Violet that not only had Lucius witnessed her exchange with Emily, but this woman.
had seen everything too.
“Really? How fortunate for you,” Violet responded dismissively, her thoughts drifting to Lucius, no longer wishing to justify herself.
She abandoned the idea of getting water and left the pantry.
Behind her, the whispers continued, “Did you hear about how her sister lost her voice? Rumor has
it…”
She surmised that Emily must have spread the story.
In her cubicle, Emily was busy, still facing judgment from her peers.
When she saw Violet, Emily approached with an air of innocence, calling out, “Violet…”
