“Dad, Mom! The Sherwood house is unbearable! You have no idea how they’ve been treating me.”
Hackett frowned. “What’s going on?”
Tamara, sobbing between words, truthfully recounted her house arrest by Gloria, looking aggrieved and terrified.
“Mrs. Sherwood gives me attitude every day, and Milford won’t even look at me. Since the wedding, he... he hasn’t even stepped foot in our bedroom...”
Zadie patted her back sympathetically. “My poor daughter, you’ve suffered so much...”
However, Hackett’s face darkened, and he lectured Tamara. “Tamara, this isn’t the time to be willful!”
He raised his voice, his tone stern. “The Sherwoods are helping us clean up the PR disaster on the trending topics. If you cause a scene now, all our previous efforts will be wasted!”
Tamara bit her lip, unwilling to accept it. “So I just have to swallow my pride and stay silent?”
Zadie sighed, taking her hand to persuade her. “Tamara, a little impatience will spoil great plans. Milford is cold to you right now simply because the wedding incident embarrassed him. Men are simple; just coax him a little. Go along with him, take it slow...”
Tamara clenched her fingers, her nails digging deep into her palms. Endure? When had she ever had to suffer such grievances?
But seeing the grave expressions on her parents’ faces, she eventually lowered her head and let out a muffled, “Okay.”
Tamara froze, not expecting this reaction from him. “Josiah, what do you mean?” Her face stiffened slightly, and she looked at him with instant heartbreak. “Even you won’t help me?”
Josiah was silent for a moment before finally speaking. “It’s not that I won’t help, it’s just... I’m really tired recently.”
He looked up at her, his gaze complex.
“You should know. Ever since Leilani got out of prison, disaster after disaster has hit the Sloan family. The stock price has plummeted, and partners are pulling their capital. Right now, our family is essentially relying on the Sherwoods to survive. Under these circumstances, how can you expect me to go make demands of Milford? Do you think we are still the Sloan family of the past?”
Tamara only cared about her own feelings, never considering the cold reception he would face if he went to Milford. Thinking of this, Josiah felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He looked at Tamara with disappointment and helplessness.

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