She was the happiest, most cheerful Lilian—the sunshine of the family. And now? Crying at the slightest thing, whining over every little sadness like a bitter old woman. It was… unbecoming.
Tiffany turned to her, eyes sharp, voice stern.
"Wipe those tears! Who gave you the right to cry? Falling for a playboy like him was your choice. Getting dumped just proves you weren't capable!"
Daniel, naturally protective of women, immediately stepped in to shield her.
"Tiffany, don't be so harsh—"
Lilian wiped her tears and gave Daniel a small smile.
"It's fine, Dad. Mom's right… I really don't have the face to cry."
Tiffany softened slightly and gave instructions.
"Go wash your face, change your clothes, then come out and we'll discuss your trip abroad."
"Mm," Lilian replied, nodding, and turned to leave.
Later, after Laurent had prepared breakfast, Lilian ate a little, and then the whole family sat down together to discuss her going abroad.
MOS Corp.
