"It wasn’t my dad, it was your dad."
Henry Sullivan looked at her, his expression not too good: "What’s he doing here? We’re no longer family, no need to keep in touch."
Ivy Miller pursed her lips: "Dad said he wants to work at the company."
"Don’t go," Henry’s expression was calm, "Let’s not get involved with their affairs anymore."
"But I already agreed."
Henry raised his eyes to look at her, putting his chopsticks down on the table, looking serious.
Ivy pouted: "You’re angry."
"How did my dad force you?"
"He didn’t force . You weren’t ho, and after all, he’s my elder.
If it were my own dad, I could argue back a bit. But unfortunately, he’s your father.
He’s called so many tis, and now he’s co to visit personally.
As a daughter-in-law, how can I keep refusing him?"
"Then I’ll call him and turn him down," he said, reaching for his phone.
Ivy calmly said, "So you’re really planning on making him dislike every ti he sees ?"
"I just hope they stop bothering you."
"Alright, let it go. Since I’ve agreed, I’ll just go. His intention is also to reconcile with you.
Think about it, if in the future our daughter wants to sever ties with us over a man, wouldn’t we be sad?
So awkwardness is better left to fade away."
Henry shook his head: "It’s not the sa thing. We wouldn’t hurt our daughter’s feelings like that in the future."
Ivy looked at him: "If you’re sure you can really ignore your parents forever in this life.
Are you certain that even if they fall ill and need you, you won’t show up?
If you can truly guarantee becoming strangers with them, then go ahead and call.
If you can’t, then leave so leeway.
After all, I’m the daughter-in-law, not the daughter.
No parent would be angry at their own child, but they might be at an outsider.
To your family, I’m an outsider."
Henry pondered her words for a mont, "Last ti at the company you were bullied, aren’t you worried about getting bullied again?"
Ivy laughed: "No way, do you think I’m made of paper? I’m not that cowardly.
Just last ti, I was worried about causing trouble for you, so I held back.
This ti it’s different. I’m the daughter-in-law of the Sullivan family, who gave you a daughter.
Also, it was because of that Jas Yinley spared Twilight Group, I’m a contributor.
I have a good reason to strut around at the company and earn a salary."
Hearing her say this, Henry tilted his head with a smile. That’s right, how could this girl possibly suffer a loss?
"If you encounter soone you can’t handle, call . I’ll help you sort it out.
In Anchester, I have so influence, more than enough to protect you."
Ivy nodded, and this matter was thus decided.
She rembered feeling quite defeated when she left the company last ti; this ti, she’d have to deal with those who hurt her properly.
To boost Ivy’s confidence at work, Henry spent an entire afternoon accompanying her to buy so professional outfits.
Ivy didn’t realize it. Although the store didn’t display price tags, the clothes were exorbitantly expensive.
She just felt she looked beautiful in each outfit, and Henry bought them all without hesitation.
It was the first ti Ivy felt that shopping with a man was such a great experience.
"Uncle, I always saw scenes like this on TV before. A woman tries on clothes and a man sits there appreciating, finally helping transform her into a beauty.
I feel like today, I experienced that very feeling.
Also, the feeling of buying and you paying was amazing."
Henry laughed as he drove, "If you like it, we can do it often."
Ivy pouted: "No way, we still have to raise the child, can’t be so extravagant.
We spent quite a lot today. I think with the quality of this clothing, they must be at least thousands each."
Henry smiled: "Not too expensive, as long as it makes you happy wearing them."
"I am happy. Which woman doesn’t want to dress up beautifully?"
Henry thought Ivy sotis spoke like soone who’d seen many hardships, yet sotis like a child.
On Ivy’s first official day of work, Damian Sullivan personally escorted her to the Human Resources departnt.
Her office was right next to the HR manager’s office; she had her own independent workspace.
Damian said it was to give her enough space.
In the office, with many eyes and loose tongues, so people might gossip unwarrantedly.
After Damian left, the HR manager personally introduced her to the workings of the departnt before leaving.
Ivy sat alone at a desk that was one and a half ters wide, suddenly feeling a bit suffocated.
She picked up a few HR docunts to look through and processed a few leave reports; that was the end of her morning’s work.
It wasn’t really that difficult, was it?
She checked the ti, it was 11:30, and she got up to go downstairs for lunch.
Though she had weaned Brian, her appetite hadn’t decreased.
Luckily, she wasn’t prone to gaining weight, or she’d be a balloon by now.
As she left the office, others were also preparing to go downstairs for lunch.
When she arrived, Damian had told her that among the entire company, the HR departnt was relatively relaxed.
This was to give her a transition, and she would gradually be moved to decision-making positions.
She took a couple of steps forward, when suddenly a staff mber moved, bringing her sight directly onto a man across from her.
And just by chance, that person turned out to be her ex-boyfriend, Robert Weston.
Only then did Ivy rember that Robert had been transferred to the business departnt.
Her brow furrowed as she looked over, how unlucky, to run into him like this. What was he doing in HR?
Robert saw her too, for a mont she saw him freeze.
He was standing in front of a female colleague’s desk, and the woman was calling him: "Honey."
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