Maisie’s expression was cold. “You were born in a family that focused more on boys than girls. You felt
that your circumstances were all because of your brother’s existence because your grandmother didn’t
care about what was right or wrong and blindly indulged him.
“But did you try to change it? You didn’t. You listened to your grandmother about marrying into a rich
family. Even if it was your way of getting away from her, you did everything you were told because you
wanted recognition.
“The change in your mind was to marry into a rich family and get recognition.
You’re weak and useless and didn’t want to fight back, so you obeyed. Why do you think you have the
right to blame others
now?”
Linda froze, and her face was ashen.” Nonsense!”
“Was it nonsense, or are you refusing to see the truth? You know the answer to that.” Maisie looked at
her calmly. “If someone has seen how cruel life can be but chooses not to accept it and continues living
in delusion, it’s absolutely stupid and means that you need more lessons.
“You don’t want to change yet want recognition and live a comfortable life.
There’s no such thing as the best of both worlds. It’s been four years. Are you still living in your dreams?”
Linda looked down and bit her lip. She was like fragile porcelain, almost breaking apart.
Maisie placed the card on top of the shoe cabinet. “You decide if you want to keep the card. I’ve said
what I came to say.” She turned and walked to the door but stopped and didn’t look back. “Hector asked
me to tell you that he wishes that you would go home.”
Meanwhile, at Soul…
Naomi sat in the office, going through the documents. She slumped over the desk and was clueless. Her
inspiration had run dry.
When she picked up her glass to take a drink, she realized that her glass was empty and there was no
refill in the water cooler.
She could only go to the pantry outside to get water.
Naomi walked to the pantry with her glass and heard a few female colleagues gossiping inside. She
smiled and greeted them before walking to get water when she entered.
“I was eating at a restaurant the other day and saw Mr. Boucher and his wife and kid. I didn’t expect he
would focus on being a stay-at-home dad after getting married.” “Sigh, even Mr. Boucher is married, and
I’m not. I’m such a failure.”
“Hey, Naomi, are you married?” A colleague suddenly called out to her.
Naomi was planning to leave quietly, but now that they asked, she paused, turned toward them, and
shook her head with a smile.
“You’re not married yet? I’ve seen your file. You’re turning 27 this year, right?” Among the colleagues,
those over 25 or 26 were pretty much married with kids. Only a few were single.
Naomi had no idea what she should say when one of them approached her. “You’re quite beautiful. Even
if you’re not married, you probably have a boyfriend already?”
That made her feel even more awkward. She awkwardly smiled. “No.” She immediately explained when
they looked at her curiously, “Because I’m quite introverted. I rarely go socializing.”
They understood once she explained, but they advised, “You’re 27 already. You can’t keep being
introverted. I think you should join some socializing event.” Socializing events were pretty much like
going on blind dates. When one saw someone that looked fine, they would get together.
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