My Dad Please Come 41
Chapter 41
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The two of them locked eyes.
Wendy looked at Stanley, trying to explain herself. "Stanley, I swear, I didn't send that photo to Grandma. I won't admit to something I didn't do."
Jessica tugged at Stanley's sleeve. "Stanley, look at her! Even now, she's still trying to make excuses. She has no remorse!"
Stanley's gaze was cold, devoid of any warmth. "Wendy, apologize. Now."
His voice was commanding, as though he were giving her an order.
Wendy's pale eyes welled up, but she stood tall, her slender back straight and her tone stubborn. “Stanley, I'll say it again: I didn't do this, so I won't apologize."
Stanley's eyes were like ink, dark and deep, swallowing everything in their path. "Wendy. Your best friend Cecelia works at a magazine company, doesn't she?"
A chill ran down Wendy's spine. Was he threatening to go after the people close to her?
her with expressions of triumph, their faces so smug it
Stanley had
Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes, but she slowly forced
"Jessica, I'm sorry."
end,
time, but there can't
onto Glinda is enough? Stanley doesn't even
face drained of color, leaving her as pale
of the room. Now, the only people left in
Jessica. "So, this is
lips into a smile. "Wendy, I'm teaching you. As women, we shouldn't be focusing on getting Mrs. Glinda's favor-
was stunned. “Jessica, did you
but
to Grandma, deliberately putting her against you. You decided
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sent the photo. Glinda doesn't like
try and please her. If she doesn't like me, that's her loss. I'll make sure she loses Stanley, her
it.
About The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow - Chapter 41
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