Chapter 8 The Ring Was Sent Back
After selling her bags, Hathaway drove back home.
When she got out of the car, she was in such a good mood that she told Benson to fill
up Avery’s car tomorrow, and she would pay for it.
Benson looked at herbright, cheerful face and hesitated. “Miss, your parents are all waiting for you inside.”
Judging by his expression, Hathaway had a bad feeling.
The moment she stepped into the house, she saw everyone already there. Even Mary’s high-school-aged son, Joe, had shown up.
When Joe saw her come in, he made a “good luck” gesture, tucked his neck in, and slipped back toward the staff room behind the house.
Conrad had already lost his temper.
Avery was trying to calm Conrad down. “Jeremiah is way too full of himself. He never takes Hathaway seriously. She only did this because he’s hurt her too many times.”
As he was talking, Avery spotted Hathaway. He shot her a look, silently telling her to choose her words carefully.
“Hathaway, finally decided to come home, huh? Look what you did. You pissed Dad off!” Avery scolded on purpose.
Conrad sat on the sofa. The cigarette between his fingers had burned halfway down, and on the coffee table in front of him sat the velvet box that held the engagementring.
Hathaway’s heart sank. The ring had been sent back again.
Conrad let out a heavy sigh upon seeing her. His tone was stern. “Hathaway, you went too far. Marriage isn’t a game. Which couple doesn’t fight? Just because of one small issue, you returned the engagement ring without even telling us.
“When I got Eleanor’s call, I was completely blindsided. How am I supposed to hold my head up in front of our relatives and friends?
“Do you still remember how happy you were when you first got this ring? You held it in your hands and couldn’t sleep. Now, just because you say you don’t like him anymore, you went behind our backs and gave it back? You can’t treat marriage like a child’s game.”
Conrad picked up the familiar velvet box from the coffee table, slowly stood, and walked over to Hathaway. “Good thing Eleanor was the only one home at the time.
“She said there’s no need to let Edmund know about this. Jeremiah didn’t find outeither. Take it and put it away.”
Hathaway looked at the box but didn’t take it.
Conrad frowned. “Why are you so stubborn? The Blackwood family already sent the ring back. That proves they only see you as Jeremiah’s future wife. Go apologize to Eleanor tomorrow, and this whole thing will be over.”
Hathaway still remained silent.
Conrad continued, “While Edmund still doesn’t know, don’t do anything reckless again. You made a scene after some rumors about Jeremiah. How are you supposed to manage a family after you’re married?”
Hathaway looked steadily at her father.
She had just left Blackwood Villa, and Eleanor had already ordered someone to send the ring back right after her. That meant this wasn’t something Hathaway could decideon her own.
She was already in her twenties, yet she still couldn’t make her own choices.
Meanwhile, Jeremiah was only 25, and he already had Bayridge dancing to his tune. Everyone had to read his mood before making a move.
A sharp ache spread through Hathaway’s chest. She thought bitterly, ‘I’m too useless.’
Seeing that Hathaway still had no intention of admitting she was wrong, Conrad didn’t feel safe leaving the ring with her anymore, so he turned and handed it to Sylvia. “Hide it properly.”
Sylvia took it carefully, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and started upstairs.
“Wait, Mom.” Hathaway stopped Sylvia and said, “You all know Jeremiah is dating Jessica, right? Even knowing that, you still want to hold on to this stupid ring?”
Avery shivered. “S-Stupid ring?”
Countless women had thrown themselves at Jeremiah for that ring and still couldn’t get it. The Whitmore family only had this engagement because the Blackwood family remembered the old debt they owed them.
Conrad’s expression remained dark. In a patient, serious tone, he said, “Eleanor already said that no matter how many women Jeremiah dates, you’re the only one he’ll marry. Their family only recognizes you as their daughter-in-law. Isn’t that enough?”
“No!” Hathaway shouted, her eyes turning red.
Conrad knew Hathaway’s stubborn temper had flared up, so he waved his hand and still told Sylvia to take the ring upstairs.
He added, “The Blackwood family owes us this. Back then, your grandfather saved Edmund’s life, and they agreed on this marriage.”
“But Jeremiah doesn’t care about any of that.” Before Conrad could bring up the same old story again, Hathaway cut him off.


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