Getting Married

Gathering up her spirits, Adrianne pushed the door and entered. She stomped forward before she could be guided by Micheal. Her fierce eyes wandered around the place, trying to find the owner.

"Where is he?" she asked, barely holding in the turbulent emotions.

"Have you forgotten your manners after being away from home so long?"

That cold voice instantly made her whip her head in that direction. An imposing middle-aged man stood there, dressed in a black suit that added on to his temperament.

Age only made him more intimidating. Instead of being tense in his presence like she used to before, disgust rose from the bottom of her heart, reflecting in her eyes.

The corner of her lips curled up mockingly.

"A sinister murderer like you speaks of manners? Dad, you learned to be humorous," she commented.

There wasn't a twitch in his expression. This suffocated her back then, and even now, it made her feel somewhat disturbed. No matter what words she threw at him, they would never cause a ripple inside him.

He was a monster incapable of feeling anything. Nothing mattered to him other than maintaining the legacy of family business and expanding it.

When she was a child, she pathetically sought out for his love. But all the desperate attempts didn't amount to anything.

She could never figure out what type of existence she was to him. He never raised her as a daughter or a heiress. He merely took care of her until he thought she shouldn't be of any use.

He discarded her.

But none of that rattled her now.

She merely wanted to get away from there.

"Show her to her room, and after she is done cleaning up, serve her the meal. Then, bring her over to the office," he ordered a servant.

Seeing how he was about to walk away without even glancing at her, blood boiled inside her veins. She hurriedly strode forward and blocked his way.

"You don't get to leave in this manner. I don't want to stay here even a second longer. Just tell me what the fuck you want from me!" she yelled.

"It is not a matter to be discussed here," he nonchalantly said.

Exasperated, she ran her hand through her hair and stated, "I have no issues with having the discussion here."

Her dad's eyes fell on Michael, and Michael stepped forward, about to guide Adrianne away. He walked away next under Adrianne's glaring eyes.

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Adrianne slammed shut the door of her designated room. It was the room she previously stayed in, and barely any changes had been made. But it didn't give her a feeling of nostalgia.

She was disgusted.

Next, she entered the washroom and walked in front of the sink. The tap turned on automatically, and she rinsed her face with the cold water, trying to ease herself.

"Calm down, Addy. Calm down."

Unable to do that, she punched her hand against the mirror. The pain in her knuckles distracted her to an extent.

After she was done cleaning up, she heard the knocks on the bedroom door. She opened it to find a servant standing there, holding a plate full of meal.

"I am not hungry. I will go to his office on my own," Adrianne indifferently stated

The servant tensed up and hesitantly spoke up, "Master said you must eat before going."

Adrianne wanted to shout at her when she noticed the servant's quivering features, and this made her hold back her temper. She pressed on her forehead.

No matter how agitated she was, she couldn't take it out on the innocent.

Adrianne knew how her dad's words were absolute in this mansion. If anything wasn't done in accordance to them, punishment would be handed to the one responsible.

Of course, her dad wouldn't be able to punish her, so the one to bear the brunt would be this servant.

"I got it. Place it on the table and leave."

Relief crossed through the servant's face. She settled the tray on the table and left the room next.

Seeing how subservient the servant acted, disgust crawled up inside Adrianne. People were treated too inhumanely here.

Adrianne glanced at the food and knew she wouldn't be able to stomach it. Although she was starving earlier, the thought of eating anything here only ignited nausea inside her.

She strode to her dad's office and paused in front of the door. Previously, she would knock on the door out of manners instilled in her, but now, her purpose was to irk him.

Therefore, she slammed the door open and stomped in with heavy footsteps. The man showed no change in expression as if expecting that.

"Take a seat," he ordered, lifting his gaze from the documents.

She pulled the chair back roughly and sat down. Her eyes stared across the office for split of a second. There was nothing extra in the office other than what he needed for work.

There wasn't a photo of himself or his family. The surrounding just felt cold and unfeeling as him.

Back in the childhood, she wondered why her dad didn't have a photo of their family in his office. She heard about how the fathers of her peers do that.

But in the end, she couldn't get herself to question him on that. Because deep down, she knew she held no value in her dad's eyes, unlike her peers.

"Have you eaten?" he questioned.

"Cut the chitchat. Get to the point. I don't want to unnecessarily waste time here," she harshly retorted, folding her hands on her chest.

He silently stared at her for couple seconds. She could sense the subtle shift of his emotions, and this made her inadvertently sit up straight.

Nervousness welled up inside her.

This had to be something bad.

She was not going to like this.

"You are getting married," he enunciated.