Nathan found himself trapped in a nightmarish scenario, having been pushed into marrying into the Jones family by the old, stubborn head of the household. He became the talk of the town, a son-in-law everyone whispered about and looked down upon.
This humiliation was a thorn in his side, an indignity he could never quite swallow.
"If Adah truly loved me," Nathan thought bitterly, "she should have married me with the Jones Corporation as her dowry. Instead, I was the one forced to settle in, suffering this disgrace."
He consoled himself with the knowledge that he had been farsighted enough to eliminate that old tyrant. Otherwise, he would have spent his life with his head bowed, trampled underfoot.
The more Nathan dwelled on it, the more his anger flared, burning like an untamed wildfire.
Over the years, he had provided Adah with the best of everything, treating her with perfect kindness and generosity. Now that their precious daughter was in trouble, it was her turn to repay him.
With this thought in mind, Nathan donned an expression of painful helplessness, his facial muscles twitching slightly as he feigned a look of deep sorrow before speaking to Adah. "Honey, you're finally here."
His voice carried just the right amount of weariness and melancholy. In the past, Adah, who professed to love him dearly, would have immediately asked with concern upon seeing his troubled face.
This would have been the perfect moment to reveal the news about Vanessa's arrest.
But today, Adah clutched a few sheets of paper tightly in her hand, her eyes as cold as ice, piercing him with an unyielding stare.
Nathan paused, assuming she was just overwhelmed with grief due to her broken leg, too preoccupied to notice his expression of sorrow.
Deciding against subtlety, he sighed heavily and continued, "Vanessa was arrested, darling. We have to get her out. She's never faced hardship like this, and prison is no place for her."
He rubbed his temples with his fingers, putting on a show of exhaustion and distress.
Adah's eyes reddened instantly at his words.
Vanessa couldn't handle suffering?
And her daughter Claire could?
Rage surged through Adah like a tidal wave, consuming her entirely. She asked coldly, "How do you plan to save Vanessa?"
Nathan frowned, sensing something was off about Adah's demeanor. Why was she addressing his beloved daughter so formally?
This wretched woman, breaking her leg had only made her temper worse.
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