The Spoiled Fiona

Fiona, that fool, inadvertently complicated the situation by stirring up trouble at such a critical time. But Monica's lies with George were definitely not innocent. It was clear they had secrets not meant to be seen.

This also showed that George had been on guard against me for some time. When did he start guarding against me as if I were a thief?

My hand clenched a flyer tightly as I thought about this, feeling a heavy stone weighing on my chest, making it hurt to breathe.

While the father and daughter were happily playing outside, I was in the bedroom, my heart being torn to shreds.

I knew I had to prepare myself for what might come.

George insisted on taking us out for dinner, and I didn't oppose. My daughter held one hand of each of us, creating a warm and peaceful family scene that would be the envy of any onlooker.

I scoffed at the thought; George and I could start acting careers.

Just as we got into the car, before we could even leave, Fiona walked into the complex with her bag. Noticing we were heading out and looking at George, she asked, "Where are you going?" Before George could answer, Angel excitedly announced, "Auntie, Daddy is taking us out to a restaurant!"

Without a second thought, Fiona pulled open the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Her presumptuous attitude really irked me. Since when had she started inviting herself to our meals?

George didn't say much and simply drove out of the complex.

I kept silent the whole time, disliking George's attitude. No matter what Fiona did, he always turned a blind eye. I suspected he hadn't really reprimanded her for today's incident at Apex Tower, or else she wouldn't be so brazen.

I was also fed up with his parents. Didn't they ever ask what their daughter was up to all day?

George chose a popular restaurant, which was quite busy.

He let us out of the car first while he went to park. We rarely dined out, so Angel was excitedly chattering nonstop. Fiona, obviously impatient, snapped at Angel, "What's with the noise? Can't you be quiet for a meal out?"

Her words ignited my barely concealed anger. "How can she be quiet? How old is she, and how old are you? Can't you act a bit more like an aunt?"

"You spoil her!" Fiona retorted with disdain, muttering, "She's never been anywhere."

"What did you say? Who spoiled you? You might have been places, but ask yourself, how did you get there?" I held Angel tightly and glared at Fiona, "Picking a fight with a child, you're really something!"

George came over after parking the car and saw me scolding Fiona. He patted my back and reached for Angel, "Stop arguing, keep it down."

"Auntie is bad!" Angel, feeling supported by her father's presence, complained to him.

Fiona glanced at her brother, her impatience disappearing as she smiled and teased, "Little naughty one, how is auntie bad?"

I hated this act of Fiona's, playing the sweet sister in front of her brother and changing her tune behind his back.

I moved away from George's reaching hand and walked ahead. I heard him say, "Can't you calm down?"

"I... ..."

"Shut up! Don't push your luck!" George's voice was low, but I heard it clearly. It was rare for him to speak to his sister like that.

I felt slightly better. He should have taken a firmer stance with Fiona a long time ago, to make her tone down her arrogance.

As we entered the lobby, I didn't expect to run into Sam.

Sam is our company's Marketing Director, and his warmth was palpable as we walked in. He playfully engaged with Angel while eagerly helping us order dishes.

Sam took over my role in the company, managing the marketing department. I had originally recruited him, and he worked under my guidance for over a year. Back then, the marketing department was essentially just a sales team of five people. Sam was a fresh university graduate with a sharp mind and a natural talent for marketing, equipped with the kind of persuasive skills that could "talk a dead man back to life."

After I got pregnant, he took over my position and was groomed by George as a key player.

Now, he was George's right-hand man.

It was clear he frequented this place often. Seeing us arrive, he quickly got the manager to arrange a private room for our family, showing an assertiveness that even outshone George. Yet, he was respectful enough to keep referring to George as 'my boss,' not overshadowing him.

Fiona seemed quite familiar with Sam too, and they exchanged glances and comments while choosing dishes.

I didn't bother with the menu and went straight into the private room with Angel, confident that George wouldn't shortchange us on the meal.

Once the dishes were ordered, Sam followed us in. It had been a while since I had last seen him, so I gestured for him to sit and chat for a bit.