Everyone fell silent instantly, turning to look at the doorway.
After the recent incident with Rosalind Lynch, everyone’s nerves were a bit on edge, afraid that more "reinforcents" had arrived.
Fortunately, it wasn’t the people who bullied Rosalind Lynch but Grandpa Prescott.
He was pushing a cart with a massive three-tiered cake on it.
Ashley Shaw was montarily stunned, then heard Elder Prescott laughing as he said, "Ashley, let formally congratulate you again! Congratulations on your excellent exam results!"
Ashley Shaw’s eyes ward with emotion.
She walked up a few steps, thanked him first, and then asked, "Has the issue with Rosalind Lynch been resolved?"
Elder Prescott spread his hands, "Why would I need to resolve it myself? They reported it to the police, and everyone involved has been taken away. How they’ll handle it is up to the police."
"So you were just now..."
"I was waiting for the cake at the door!"
Ashley Shaw didn’t know what to say for a mont.
She thought Grandpa Prescott would be too busy dealing with Rosalind Lynch’s situation to pay attention to her, but unexpectedly...
"Thank you," she said, her throat choked with emotion.
"Silly child, why cry on such a good day?"
Claire Xavier and others also ca over.
As if to deliberately lighten the atmosphere, everyone cheered for Ashley Shaw to cut the cake.
Ashley Shaw picked up the plastic serrated knife and sliced off the top layer of the cake.
Everyone shared the cake, not bringing up the previous matter again.
The atmosphere returned to the way it was initially.
...
anwhile, Warren Prescott had taken Rosalind Lynch back to the Lynch Family.
Just then, Gavin Lynch ca to answer the door.
Seeing Rosalind Lynch return so soon, his face imdiately darkened.
But soon, he noticed Warren Prescott behind Rosalind Lynch.
"Warren... why are you here?" Gavin Lynch swallowed his curses and forced a smile.
Since then, Warren Prescott indeed didn’t let the dia continue to escalate.
But the public opinion had already fernted, and they were being watched by the regulators.
Although their relationship with the regulators had been good before, it faded under the influence of public opinion.
That’s when he ca up with this last resort, having Rosalind Lynch step in.
Who would have thought, Rosalind Lynch brought Warren Prescott back with her.
"Uncle Lynch doesn’t welco ?" Warren Prescott said with a half-smile.
Gavin Lynch hurriedly waved his hands, "Not at all! Please, co in and have a seat."
Warren Prescott followed in silently.
Rosalind Lynch, not daring to speak, followed hesitantly as well.
Once the tea was served, Warren Prescott got straight to the point, "I happened to be at Mic King today and ran into Rosalind. She said, it was you who sent her there, to Mic King?"
Gavin Lynch nodded awkwardly, "I had no other choice..."
"No other choice, so you let your own daughter accompany people at a bar?"
Gavin Lynch was already feeling a bit displeased.
To be honest, the root of the whole issue started with Warren Prescott stirring things up from behind.
But he still pressed down on his emotions and said, "Warren, when you’re in my position, you’ll understand my difficulties."
Warren Prescott chuckled lightly.
"Even in your position, I wouldn’t let my own daughter be sold."
Gavin Lynch’s smile vanished completely.
"Warren, what exactly are you trying to say?"
"No need for impatience, Uncle. I didn’t just co to criticize you. Didn’t you want to resolve this matter properly? Then I’ll tell you a way."
Gavin Lynch’s eyes lit up, his previous displeasure disappearing completely.
"You have a solution?"
Warren Prescott took a sip of tea, then slowly began speaking under Gavin Lynch’s expectant gaze.
"Resolving this isn’t hard. The difficulty lies in whether you’re willing to do as I say."
"Of course I’m willing, as long as it can be resolved, I’ll do anything!"
"It’s simple," Warren Prescott thodically uttered a phrase, "Cut off the source."
Ten minutes later, Warren Prescott was seen off by Gavin Lynch at the door.
As he turned, he saw Rosalind Lynch standing anxiously in the living room.
Gavin Lynch had a smile on his face, walking over to gently pat Rosalind Lynch’s shoulder.
"Rosy, you did well today. Recently, it was my fault, but I was just anxious and upset. You understand, right?"
Rosalind Lynch’s eyes flickered, concealing the hatred in her heart well.
"I understand, Dad. You did it all for our family."
Gavin Lynch’s smile deepened.
"Why didn’t you tell earlier that you had reconciled with Warren? I ended up resorting to this last asure, making you drink with those bastards."
Rosalind Lynch opened her mouth but ultimately just said, "We just recently reconciled, so I hadn’t had a chance to tell you yet."
"You should’ve told right away! Now, go wash your face and change clothes. I’ll have your mom and sister co back from the countryside, and we’ll have a nice family dinner. It’s been days, I miss them too.
"Okay," Rosalind Lynch forced a smile.
She smiled as she turned to go upstairs, as if there had never been any grudge between father and daughter.
But once in her room, Rosalind Lynch’s smile faded away.
What reconciliation... it didn’t exist at all.
On the way back, she thought Warren Prescott still had feelings for her, so she imdiately expressed her feelings.
She said she did everything because she liked him too much and was jealous of Ashley Shaw.
But in return, Warren’s cold response was, "I just rember the years of friendship, helping you one last ti, don’t overthink."
He even said that after this ti, no matter if she lives or dies, he wouldn’t care anymore.
He truly had no feelings left for her, let alone love.
So, this was the last ti Warren Prescott would help her.
But she had to say this, and could only say this, to maintain her status as the Lynch family heiress.
A week ago, she couldn’t have imagined she would fall to such a state where she had to lie to please her own father.
Rosalind Lynch lay on her bed, buried her face in the pillow, and cried.
After a bout of crying, when Rosalind Lynch lifted her head again, her eyes had changed clearly from before.
There’s no longer any possibility with Warren, and her father will realize this sooner or later.
So she must hold onto another lifeline.
Love, to her, was no longer important; what mattered was preserving everything she currently had.
Only this way, would she have a chance to take revenge.
Revenge on Ashley Shaw, that slut who ruined her carefree life!
...
Mic King.
As Elder Prescott announced that he was tired and wanted to leave first, the gathering also ca to an end.
Ashley Shaw watched Elder Prescott and everyone leave, then returned to Ariana Grant’s house.
The room was empty, and Ariana Grant hadn’t returned yet.
She turned on her phone and tapped on Ariana Grant’s profile picture.
Their last ssage was Ariana Grant’s.
"Ashley, my mom wants to go back ho for a bit, take care, I’ll be back soon."
After that, there was no more contact.
Ashley Shaw called Ariana Grant’s WeChat phone.
For a long ti, there was no answer.
She couldn’t help but worry more.
Could sothing have happened?
Just then, there was a sound of kicking at the door.
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