Victoria glanced over her shoulder just as Simms appeared, Yulia hanging onto his arm.
At first, Yulia clung to Simms, but the moment she caught sight of Victoria, she quickly let go, falling in step behind him with an almost deferential air.
“That’s the one I reserved,” Yulia said, her tone taut. “This style isn’t right for someone your age, Victoria. Are you really going to argue with Dad over this?”
Victoria looked straight at Simms, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips.
“So you do remember Mom’s memorial on Friday,” she said softly. “Jade was always her favorite, and this set would have been the perfect gift for her.”
Simms looked as if he’d been struck, while Yulia’s face went pale, her expression twisting with discomfort.
When Edith died, Simms hadn’t shed a single genuine tear—there was no way he’d remember the anniversary of her death. The truth was, Simms had intended to buy the jade set to please Yulia. Now that Victoria had invoked her late mother’s memory, there was no way he could justify giving the jewelry to Yulia without looking heartless.
What would people think of him then?
The store manager, meanwhile, looked delighted. So these were just a father and daughter—much less complicated than he’d feared.
“Yes, your mother truly did love jade…” Simms mumbled, the words sticking in his throat.
That was exactly why he hated seeing Edith’s things; and because Yulia also loved jade, he’d bent over backwards to get it for her instead.
Victoria turned to the manager. “Wrap it up, please.”
Simms’s gaze lingered on the jade set, his face clouded with emotions he couldn’t name.
Victoria flashed him a dazzling smile. “Thank you, Dad.”
She took the jewelry, and with Yasmine at her side, strode out of the store with effortless grace.
The manager grinned at Simms. “Mr. Miller, the total comes to three and a half million dollars.”
Simms’s features darkened, his voice low and cold. “I heard you.”
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