Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

Officer Miller’s face began to grow redder and redder.

Wendy could not take it anymore.

“Dad, I am your one and only daughter, so why are you giving so much care to an outsider? Am I your offspring, or is he?” Wendy still couldn’t figure out Officer Miller’s bizarre action. She pointed at Boyce and asked vehemently.

Officer Miller clutched his chest and felt his rage consuming him. Why was this daughter of his so disobedient and unwilling to take an advice?

“Are you trying to make me so mad that I can die?” Officer Miller was breathing heavily as he said that.

Wendy cried until her whole face was covered in goo and ears, “You are always protective of him and you didn’t so much as give me half of that attention while I am your daughter. Ever since I was a child, have you ever cared for me? Don’t you think it’s too late to educate me now?”

Officer Miller was staggering backwards until his butt hit the sofa. He looked like he had just heard the most unbelievable thing in the world. He was always busy, so his daughter was raised mostly by his wife. Of course, Wendy would take after his wife in the way that both of them were pretty unreasonable.

“It’s my fault, it’s all my own fault.” Officer Miller was in so much grief.

He didn’t watch over her a lot when she was a child, now that she was an adult, it seemed that he had lost his authority to have a word with her.

He was deeply regretful.

He regretted that he didn’t accompany her in her growing days and educate her.

“Dad.” Wendy was shocked by her father’s complexion as she hurried forward to calm him down. Officer Miller had such a distorted expression that she was afraid that he would faint.

Officer Miller was beginning to enter his twilight years, and he had served as the head officer of the station for an extended period of time. He was always serious in work which made him a respected man, and even after his retirement, his former subordinates and colleagues would greet and welcome him with open arm, yet at this moment…

so ridiculous that he felt that he had

right. I have brought you into this world, yet I didn’t raise you up well. Now that you have made a mistake, I am actually the one to be blamed. I am the one at fault

and mistakes. If you don’t want to

up till this point because of your help, but now just because of something so minor, he

was ugly with a greenish color as if the next thing

secretly as he wasn’t actually that petty when it comes to his former superior. He was loathing his own daughter to the core, and

Miller, I

held Boyce’s hand and he struggled mightily to make himself able to speak. Only after a short while

committed more than

that

Boyce do that offend you? Can you force things without any real feelings between two people? You didn’t just stop at the first mistake, and I didn’t think I had it in me to scold you. Like you said, I care for you too less so I

continued to struggle and he was hammering his chest

not let you do as you please all the time.” The ever-dominant and

Her father was always a towering, strict figure in her heart, but now he was actually crying in front of an underling. He was a ghost of his former glorious self. He always cared about dignity, yet now… All of a sudden, she felt empathetic towards

What you need to do is to be able to live up to your own name and be free of guilt. Think carefully, since your divorce, how many things have you done wrong? If you are always faithful towards Boyce, and based on his temperament, he would have treated you like a gem. You are the one who kept making mistakes and losing your chances, so you have no

was an indication that some of those advice must have

weight in your heart, I should capitalize on my seniority and hope that you can forgive her this time. I

conversation into such a direction, Boyce couldn’t just press his former boss further, “I won’t pursue this matter. I was at fault too last time, since I was the one going

make a lot of mistakes, which was an irrefutable fact. He had to admit that he wasn’t a saint without errors too, and he also hoped

her flaws were and value the

cry in her father’s embrace, “I don’t want to listen to you apologizing to me. Go away now, and don’t ever appear in front of