Chapter 42

Mike chuckled as he walked inside, cradling Sandra in his arms.
Just then, Arnold came back from outside. Seeing Mike, who was only seven years older, Arnold respectfully greeted him. “Uncle Mike.”
Mike acknowledged him with a nod and noticed something in Arnold’s hands. He asked, “What do you have there?”
Arnold instinctively tried to hide it, but realizing the action was too obvious, he replied, “Just a bunch of useless papers I was about to throw away.”
Mike didn’t say anything but fixed Arnold with a scrutinizing gaze that implied, “Go on, keep lying.”
Realizing he couldn’t bluff his way out, Arnold reluctantly revealed the stack of documents. It contained all the background information on Felicia that Matthew had investigated.
“What do you need this for?” Mike frowned.
“Nothing much. Just thought I’d take a look,” Arnold replied, maintaining his composure.
“”Nothing else?”
“Nope.” Arnold smiled, then asked, “Uncle Mike, why are you so interested in this? Are you worried I might cause trouble for Felicia?”
Mike’s expression turned serious as he lowered his voice. “Arnold, I know you’re unhappy about this engagement because you don’t want your life controlled by someone else. You feel like you’re losing your freedom, which is why you’re refusing to compromise.
“But you should understand that directing your anger at a girl is the least responsible and most shameful thing a man can do. Do you get that?”
Mike’s words left Arnold’s face shifting between anger and guilt. He clenched the pages tightly and replied, “Uncle Mike, this is my business.”
The implication was clear. He didn’t need Mike’s intervention.
Mike thought to himself, “What a stubborn fool.”
He shrugged itaff with a scoff. “Fine, as long as you don’t regret it.”
With that, he walked away, holding Sandra in his arms.
Arnold stood there, his expression darkening. A flicker of disdain crossed his handsome features as he muttered, “Of course, I won’t compromise. That’s why I want her to back off.”
If Felicia hadn’t played her tricks, Matthew wouldn’t have forced him into this marriage.
After finishing the two sandwiches, Felicia returned to the Fuller residence. As soon as she walked in, she saw Myra and Dexter holding an acceptance letter, their faces beaming with joy. “Kayla is truly outstanding. Everyone else is trying so hard to get into the college, but Kayla has breezed right in.”
“Exactly! She even ranked third in her school. Amazing! Dexter added proudly,
Kayla, surrounded by Myra and Dexter, smiled broadly. These accomplishments were her source of pride. With such excellent grades and remarkable talent, she deserved all the attention. Chapter 42
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Felicia had returned.
Kayla’s expression shifted, and she quickly said, “Mom, Dad, why don’t we arrange for Felicia to attend the same college as me? That way, we can look out for each other.”
It seemed she had forgotten that just days ago, Felicia had slapped her twice. Her eagerness to mend things relieved their parents and made them appreciate her thoughtfulness.
They turned to Felicia and asked, “Licia, what do you think?”
The college Kayla was accepted into was the best in Khogend, boasting top-notch educational resources. To get in, one had to either excel academically or have connections-like donating a building or a hefty sum of money.
Kayla didn’t believe Felicia could get in on her own merit, so she assumed she would need to rely on connections. The comparison between the two sisters made it clear who was more outstanding.
Worried that Felicia might feel shy about voicing her opinion, Myra confidently declared, “Darling, you should contact the director, Mr. Dickinson, and add Licia’s name. They’re looking to expand the dormitory building, and we can make a donation.” “Sure, sure!” Dexter immediately turned to make the call.
As parents, they had never truly considered or understood Felicia’s past or her abilities. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have made such comments.
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