He Mocked My Scar, So I Left Him to His Regret Chapter 14

He Mocked My Scar, So I Left Him to His Regret Chapter 14

Three months later, I returned home.

Mom began taking me to meet her clients, gradually placing more

of the company’s affairs in my hands.

The first time I attended an inter-pack trade reception on my own, I moved through the room with a wineglass in hand, speaking with

investors from all over with an easy composure.

They listened to me not because of my family or my appearance, but because I knew every shipping route statistic and territorial

clause by heart.

Near the end of the night, I sat down on a leather sofa to clear my head, when a familiar argument reached my ears.

“Do you even remember what you scored on your entrance

exam?”

“I donated a fortune to Cedar Ridge every year and pulled strings to preserve your recommendation status, and it was all for nothing.”

“I just asked you to introduce yourself to a client, and you couldn’t even string a sentence together. What am I supposed to expect

from you?”

“Didn’t you see Lucia? The same blood runs in her veins, and I never spent a dime on her.”

“She leaves Mooncrest for three years, and now she’s handling Tidewatch’s trade negotiations on her own. Why can’t you do

anything?”

“Bianca, I’ve spoiled you your entire life. I never refused you anything. The money I spent on you-if it wasn’t fifty million, it

was at least thirty.”

“And this is how you repay me?”

I laughed to myself.

So his love had never been unconditional.

He had sent Bianca to expensive schools, bought her riding lessons and etiquette training, all so she could enter elite social

circles.

But the skills that truly mattered didn’t just appear because

He held no power here. The Tidewatch guards at the entrance

looked to me, waiting for my signal on whether to let him

approach.

“Lucia, I’m your father.”

“It’s been a long time. I was wrong before, but we’re family. Could you find some time to talk to me?”

I shook my head at the guards, then turned to the driver.

“Drive.”

When he had walked away without a backward glance on the night I turned five, he probably never imagined a day like this would come.

His regret was too late, and my life no longer needed his

permission.

As the car pulled away, Mom sent me a photo.

In it was a stack of letters she had mailed to Mooncrest over the

years-letters that had never reached me.

*Lucy, Mooncrest just found the old return records. Do you want

to see them?*

I stared at the pile of yellowed envelopes on the screen for a long

time.

Then I replied with a single word.

*Yes.*