She knew that Vernon would never forget all the bad things that had happened in his childhood, and Dorothea was ready to take all the blame. She deserved it anyway.
"But is it wrong for me to wish that he'd at least tolerate me?" Dorothea asked, to which she got no answer. Because she had to meet with her second son first before hearing his verdict.
Knock. Knock.
Dorothea lifted her head when she heard the knock. She peered suspiciously and then asked, "Who's there?"
"I am Mr. Phoenix Gray's driver, Madam. He told me to pick you up, please come out."
Dorothea gulped. She stepped towards the front door and checked from the peephole. She saw a man wearing a suit.
Dorothea opened the door and observed the man from head to toe silently.
The man bowed respectfully and said, "I'm here to escort you to the Phoenix Tower. He has been waiting for you today, please come with me."
