Chapter 64 Do Not Sell My Daughter
Chapter 64 Do Not Sell My Daughter
Chapter 64 Do Not Sell My Daughter
Her lofty declarations, dreams, and aspirations for the future now seemed like mere jests.
Courtney knocked on the door, "Dad."
Mr. Sachs raised his head. The exhaustion that could not be concealed between his eyebrows, as well as his disappointment in her, "Instead of staying in your room, why are you coming to find me?"
"I can get a business marriage," Courtney said.
Mr. Sachs paused and looked at Courtney in disbelief, suspecting he misheard, and said, "What did you just say?"
Courtney fell silent for a moment and her voice was somewhat hoarse, "Only through a business marriage can we resolve the current crisis facing the Sachs family and salvage the stock market."
Mr. Sachs's mouth hung slightly open and his expression was ever-changing.
In the past, he pressured Courtney to marry in the hope that she would find a good match and lead a stable life in her rest lives.
But she talked to him about ideals, the meaning of life, poetry and distant places.
Now she suggested a business marriage of her own accord, and though unexpected, it was not what Mr. Sachs wanted. He never thought of trading his daughter's happiness for profit.
"How long will you continue messing around? Go back to your room!"
However, Courtney did not leave, "I'm not messing around. This is the quickest way to resolve our predicament. Dad, please agree with it!"
Mr. Sachs slammed what was in his hand onto the table, suddenly stood up and shouted, "How many times must I say it? Go back! Even if I, Simon Sachs, didn't do well, I wouldn't sell my daughter!"
Marriages used to be about the equal status, but later they were about negotiations and transactions. How could Courtney possibly find happiness in such a marriage?
Courtney looked at her father's furious expression, and her once-arrogant heart was now replaced with an indescribable dull ache.
She realized only now that she misunderstood her father previously.
Her dreams of soaring high were dragged back to solid ground by reality. The wings that yearned to fly were broken by the harsh winds of reality.
Courtney went back and returned to her room.
Someone sent messages on her phone. A lot of people sent messages, but she didn't open any of their messages.
She stared at her phone on the bed, its battery down to one percent.
Just before the power off, a call came in from Lilian.
Courtney remained silent for a moment, then reached out to pick up the phone and put it to her ear to answer the call.
But Lilian didn't say anything. There was only silence on the phone.
Courtney also remained silent.
Eventually, the call ended in silence.
Lilian stared at the interrupted call and her eyelashes quivered. She opened WhatsApp, fearing that she might miss a message from Courtney.
The rain fell steadily outside, and there was a slight chill in the room. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
Lilian held her phone, waiting patiently for a long time as the day turned into night.
Someone knocked on the door outside, and Lilian hesitated for a moment. She turned her head and listened carefully for a while.
Indeed, someone knocked on the door, not ringing the doorbell.
Lilian got up and went to open the door. When she saw the man outside, she subconsciously tried to close the door.
But the man was quick with his hands and sharp-sighted, catching the door frame. "Don't be nervous, Ms. Rossum (Lilian Rossum). My mother asked me to pick you up."
The man was very beautiful. Indeed, he was exceptionally beautiful.
But with a single glance, you could see he was male.
Lilian couldn't quite describe his appearance. His facial features were like... a masterpiece crafted by the gods, every facial feature was just right. If you were to isolate any part of the facial feature, it would lose that special charm.
Following what Ruby said, he belonged to the category of classical-style handsome men.
The man was dressed in dark red traditional attire, with male-style long hair that was just the right length to tie up. He stood in front of Lilian. His lips curved into a smile, but this smile was not sincere.
He was Ruby's husband -- Johnson Smith.