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Refusing 7
Since her mother's death, Julia had avoided the Jackson family home. The painful memory of her father bringing back his mistress and their daughter while her mother lay seriously ill had deeply scarred her, eroding her belief in marriage and
trust in men.
Yet, Harry was the one exception. Their engagement, arranged by their grandfathers, was never taken seriously by either of them. When Julia decided to leave her father's house with her alling mother and end the engagement, Harry unexpectedly turned up, presenting he Julia, feeling detached from both her own and Harry's families and weary
of Harry's ongoing drama with Arya, found herself agreeing to the arrangement out of concem for her mother. She needed financial support, and Harry needed someone to fill the role of "Mrs. Wright." Unfortunately, Julia's mother passed away not long after, mirroring the "Mr. Wright, we just wanted Julia to come back for a family gathering. We didn't expect you to join us," Donald, Julia's father, said, his voice tinged with nervousness as he faced Harry, resembling more of a timid subordinate than an elder. He fidgeted, then shot a disappro Julia rolled her eyes and asked nonchalantly, "What did you call me back for?"
Her standing beside Harry with a cold and detached demeanor triggered Donald's irritation. However, before he could snap, Freya Donald's mistress, intervened, "Let's just enjoy the family reunion, considering Julia hardly ever visits."
Harry flashed a practiced smile, playing the part of a devoted family member perfectly. "Donald, there's no need for formalities. Julia wasn't feeling well today, and I didn't want her to be alone. After all, we're family."
Standing next to them, Julia shot Harry a disdainful look, her contempt barely masked,
As they followed Donald into the villa, Julia's gaze fell on a collection of familiar items near the entrance. Her mother's beloved paintings, antiques, and even her clothes were all on display.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
With a frown, Julia asked, "Why are my mother's belongings out here?"
Donald and Freya exchanged uneasy glances before looking away. A little while later, Freya stepped forward, her voice hesitant as she reached for Julia's hand. "Julia, your father's company has been struggling financially, and we had no choice We had to auction these it Julia's response was icy. "Were there really no other assets to sell You had to choose my mother's things?"
Donald's patience
snapped, and he raised his voice. "It's all because of you, of course! After all these years with Mr. Wright, you haven't managed anything for us. Why cling to the belongings of a dead woman? If you don't want your mother's items sold..." He glanced at Harry, his expressio dollars in investments, and you can take everything back."
Julia laughed bitterly, realizing why Donald asked her to come home. 40 million dollars? Seriously? Didn't you just borrow 100 million dollars from Harry? And by the way." She paused, then delivered her final blow. "Harry and I are having a divorce."