Fog and mist covered the air the next morning. The spring sun had yet to peek out from the clouds.
Suzanne was woken up by some noise outside her bedroom. She put on her sweater and got out of the
room.
Some servants were moving a bunch of furniture and other items. down from the second floor.
Florence and Gary were in the living room downstairs, still dressed in their pajamas.
“Why are you leaving all of a sudden, Dukie? You know your father and I like it when our family is living
together. Why don’t you just continue living here?”
Suzanne looked down from the railing, vaguely understanding what was going on.
Wendy soon arrived in the living room, nosy as ever. She didn’t hesitate to get straight to the point.
“Dukie, Suzanne only just m back in yesterday, yet you guys are already moving out today two clearly
don’t like her. We’re all family here. Why do you ha behave so cruelly?”
Duke Morrison and his wife La Unvine no longer wanted to keep their act upon hearing that
question.
La said glumly, “You’re a saint, Wendy. You’re capable of living wi anyone. Not me, though. I was
born into a respectable family. My father is a college professor, and my mother is a musician. I was
raised with proper education from a young age and never mingled with the rabble.”
She continued, “My husband is a softwarepany’s CEO, which makes me the CEO’s wife. We can’t
possibly lower our status and live with someone like Suzanne. It makes me sick.”
After La made her stance clear, she proudly walked out of the
house, her high heels clicking on the floor.
Duke was a meek young man. He quickly left the house with his tail tucked between his legs after
bidding farewell to his parents.
Suzanne’s expression turned gloomy. Her hands balled into fists as sadness and grievance gathered in
her heart.
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Those words hurt Suzanne deeply.
Florence watched her son leave the house and slowly wiped away her
tears.
“Nathan barelyes home because of his work. Dan is still missing after running away five years
ago, and we still don’t know if he’s still alive or not. Now, Dukie and his wife moved out. Oh, my dear
fami it’s alling apart…”
Gary held Florence up, consoling her, “Don’t cry, dear. You can’t some things from happening. Just let
them go.”
Florence sobbed, “Will Dukie nevere back to live here if Suzan
stays?”
The couple didn’t notice Suzanne standing right upstairs. Gary sai without hesitation, “He’ll be back
soon. Nathan likes Sally, after all He’s bound to divorce Suzanne soon.”
Florence was anxious. “How long do we have to wait?”
Wendy tugged at her shirt, eyes ncing upward. “Mom… ”
When Florence looked up and saw Suzanne, she grew silent.
Gary saw his daughter-inw too and coughed awkwardly before saying, “Sorry, Suzanne. Your mom
isn’t in the best mood now that Dukie and La moved out. I was just saying it to console her. I hope
you don’t take it to heart.”
Suzanne pretended like everything was fine. “It’s okay,” she said. gently.
She then returned to her room and shut the door.
Suzanne leaned weakly against the door, feeling like she might break down at any time. Tears filled her
eyes.
She wasn’t sure if her determination was even worth it right now.
Florence and Gary were polite to Suzanne in the following days. Wendy and her husband, Taylor,
treated her decently too-for their own benefit, of course.
A weekter, Wendy invited Suzanne to an event her friend was
hosting.
Suzanne rejected the offer at first.
But Wendy then used Nathan as a reason to urge her, “You need out and meet people in high society,
Suzanne! How would you ev able to stand by Nathan’s side then? His friends are joining this e too.
Don’t you want to get to meet them?”