"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Ms. Smith has helped to manage Goyle Family's business. She also had to take IVF Program to carry a baby. But in the end, she got nothing. Her husband didn't even come to her daughter's funeral."
"Look at Ms. Smith’s face. She’s pale. Wouldn't her marriage with Mr. Goyle be tragically shattered? I guess she will go crazy soon."
Unfortunately, the scene they imagined did not come true. Even if Tristan did something more ridiculous for Linda, I was not so surprised.
I calmly scrubbed my daughter's tombstone and called the secretary to divide the property.
My parents died when I was 18 years old, leaving me alone to carry the Smith Family. At that time, I was isolated and helpless. Tristan Goyle came and promised to marry me as it was arranged by my parents when I was a child.
I fell in love with Tristan at first sight. I was grateful and moved. Knowing that he would marry me, I decided to support and develop the Goyle and Smith’s properties as well as withstood the family pressure for him.
Until I realized that he put in faith in a quite strange of religion, I kept staying in the empty room for ten years without any complaints.