Chapter 330
Chapter 330 Henry’s Arrival
Layla smiled faintly. “I’m doing great-better than I’ve ever been. Every morning, I wake up to the sunlight, work hard, and focus on bettering myself. When I think about the me who once stood on that rooftop, ready to give up on life, it feels like a lifetime ago; so foolish, so ridiculous p>
Watching the elegance and calm confidence in Layla’s every movement, Lillian felt a quiet sense of relief and pride. “That’s good. In two months, I’m planning to place you at the Kingston headquarters. Do you think you’re ready to face that place p>
Lillian’s words made Layla freeze for just a moment; then she nodded. “Yeah, I can do it p>
She said it to Lillian, but deep down, she was telling herself the same thing—she was ready. She could face that place now, the place that had once dragged her straight into hell.
Seeing the firm resolve in her eyes, Lillian nodded. “Alright. Get yourself ready; in two months, you’ll be at the Kingston headquarters p>
“Okay p>
Just as they finished talking, Lillian’s phone rang. She glanced at the number, then answered.
“Mr. Jasper, what’s wrong p>
On the other end, Jasper’s voice sounded hesitant, even uneasy. “Lillian, there’s a guy called Mr. Henry here at the school… he says he wants to see you p>
At that name, the air around Lillian seemed to shift instantly. Karina noticed it right away; with a subtle look toward Layla, the two of them quietly slipped out of the office.
“Not seeing him p>
Lillian had no idea how much strength it took to force out those two words, her voice sharp with restrained anger.
Hearing her refusal, Jasper glanced toward the man sitting calmly on the office sofa. “But, Lillian, Mr. Henry says it’s important. That he really needs to speak with you p>
A cold, bitter laugh slipped from her lips. “Mr. Jasper, I don’t see how a complete stranger could. possibly have anything important to say to me. I’m sorry, but I have things to do p>
She ended the call without another word, her hands trembled uncontrollably, nowhere to hide them.
Only she knew how much courage it had taken to hang up that call; fear and dread clawed their
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way up from the depths of her memory. The scenes replayed in her mind like an endless film.
During those days of captivity, she had prayed countless times that her father would come and save her. But he never came.
In the end, that fragile hope had shattered completely.
There was a time she still believed that her so-called father might care, even just a little. But there had been nothing; only endless scorn and disdain.
In that house, she had walked on eggshells, doing everything she could to please them, to win their approval. All she got in return was their disgust.
She had wanted to tell him something. I’m your daughter too; I need your care, your love.
But there was nothing, nothing at all.
In that family, she had always been the extra one, the one who never quite belonged, no matter how hard she tried.
The memories made her tremble from head to toe.
Meanwhile, in the principal’s office, Jasper sat across from Henry, his expression apologetic but firm. “I’m sorry, Mr. Henry, but Lillian isn’t seeing anyone p>
For reasons he couldn’t explain, Jasper could sense it, Lillian’s hostility toward this man ran deep. Could there be bad blood between them?
“She won’t see me?” Henry frowned, confused.
“That’s right,” Jasper said plainly. “Lillian has already said she doesn’t know you. And as you just heard, she refused outright p>
Henry’s brows drew tighter. He’d been in Solara for this long, and still hadn’t been able to find her. How am I supposed to report back to his family?
“Then, do you have her address here in Solara? Or maybe you could give me her number, I’ll talk to her myself p>
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