After the meeting, Susan followed John into the car.
Outside the door of Palace Restaurant, a group of bodyguards stood not far away. Brandon, who was in a suit, stopped and said, "Brad, that girl is interesting!"
None of them expected that the girl marrying into the Quin family wouldn't even want a wedding.
Brad looked sideways at his eldest brother who was about the same height as him. He said with his thin lips, "A betrothal amount of one billion dollars was too little!"
Brandon was speechless.
Did he treat that betrothal amount as the price of vegetables?!
Brandon looked at him with sullen eyebrows. He was about to say something when Patricia smiled and patted his hand to appease his emotions. Then, she said kindly, "Actually, I think that this girl's not bad. If Brad thinks that this amount is too little, I can let you give whatever you want after she's married into our family."
Brad's cold face softened and he nodded slightly. "Thanks, Patricia!"
"We'll return to our old house first then."
"Alright. Take care!"
Brandon was speechless.
He, the eldest brother, was such an extra!
…
Ever since she got into John's car, Susan felt that there was a shocking sense of suppression when the car was clearly spacious and comfortable.
She remained silent along the way. Her gaze landed on the neon pavement outside the window. The scenery flashed past but what fell into her eyes was the coolness of the night.
When they returned to the Yates family house, the trio was silent.
As the door opened, Susan felt everything before her sway. Betty, who was walking in front of her, suddenly turned back and gave her a tight slap.
"Susan Yates, I've really owed you in my previous life!"
"Betty, what are you doing?!"
John was also shocked. He roared and quickly pulled Susan behind him with a look of displeasure.
Betty pointed to Susan, who was covering her face, behind him. Her voice was trembling with anger. "John, why are you roaring at me? Why don't you take a look at your good daughter? What kind of nonsense was she spouting in front of the Quin family?!"
Betty's voice was sharp. Her excessive anger messed up her tidy hair bun.
In and outside the hall, a few nannies stood at the corner, feeling helpless. The atmosphere was strangely cold.
John turned back and hugged Susan's shoulders with a slight force that seemed to serve as comfort. Then, he sighed and his voice was full of exhaustion. "You're her mother so stop creating trouble. She has already agreed to the marriage. Can't she have her own thoughts?"
Betty threw her handbag on the shoe rack. She sneered, "She dares to have thoughts? She should thank the Lord that she's able to marry into the Quin family. Not proceeding with an engagement but just getting a certificate directly? I think you just want the Yates family to be a joke in entire Chicago! Do you want everyone to know that although you've married into the Quin family, you don't even have a proper wedding?!"
At this time, Susan, who was protected by John, looked at Madam Lincoln stubbornly. The stinging pain in her cheeks couldn't compare to even a ten-thousandth of what she felt in her heart.
She didn't expect this slap at all.
She had always thought that although Madam Lincoln didn't like her, she would still treat her kindly.
However, after this occasion, she realized she was wrong. She was so, so wrong.
This graceful woman in front of her was just a vain businesswoman who wanted to sell her daughter off at a high price.
"Dad, I'm going out for a walk!"
Susan choked and threw a sentence behind John's back. She turned her stiff back and tears flood her eyes instantly.
"Wretched girl, stay there!"
Betty was still scolding behind her. It cut through the peaceful night and left behind a place of sadness.
Susan was wearing a long white dress. The dim yellow lights by the roadside lengthened her shadow. The mottled leaves acted as embellishments. Under this quiet tree-lined road, only a lonely figure was walking alone.