Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

“Emma says she is going to introduce her boyfriend to me soon. I guess he might not be as bad as I thought,” Eleanor mouthed mindlessly to her daughter who was sitting behind the wheels of the moving car, who really hated what she had to do because of her mother. She totally detested that she just had to butt into her destination.

“Could you not just instruct any of the chauffeurs to drive you, or better still drive yourself? You did not have to make me waste extra minutes of my time just to drop you off,” Ellen grumbled continuously and intentionally didn’t mind her mother, as she drove the car as gently as she could while trying not to over speed.

It was certainly not possible to drive the way she normally drove, in places she was sure that she wouldn’t get caught by the corps.

“I think he is a fine young man. I have been wondering if she is finally ready to settle down, now that she wants to introduce him to us. This might be good news,” Mrs. Eleanor Miller didn’t answer to her daughter’s incessant grumbling, as she continued to say her own piece of mind which she at the same time, expected Ellen to contribute.

“Can you not just see my pain mother, that I am running late because of our opposing destinations?!” Ellen half-yelled under a muttered breath, and pressed down on the honk so loudly. Her mother really knew how to frustrate her so much.

“And can you be like your sister who is finally ready to settle down? Quit fun and get into something very serious. If you know that your relationship with this new guy is going to be casual, end it now!” She snapped irritatedly at her daughter. It was so easy for her to turn tables of blame just like Dalton.

“You should be on Eva’s tabs mother, not mine. You should probably take her for a psychological test too, to check if she is okay. Something is wrong with her head, do you know? She doesn’t even act like she is family and is so freaking annoying. Maybe getting her married off would do the trick of peace receiving!” Ellen fired back at her mother, shifting the heated topic from her own life and focus to her older sister. It was another perfect time to badmouth her and lash out her anger.

If she could vividly remember how their lives had been in beautiful memories, Eva was quite a cold but sweet child from their younger years as they grew up. She and Ellen did everything together even when their age gap was quite a number, which was so adorable to watch from everyone’s point of view. It didn’t last though.

Suddenly, she started becoming distant from everyone ever since she left to study in the United kingdom, and came back a few months later without explanation.

She completed her education at the University of California in business, and later joined to handle whatever family business she could do. Not one knew what happened and why she suddenly came back.

Ellen tried her best to become best buddies with her sister once again like the way they had always been, but it was like pouring a large amount of water in a porous basket that would let it all out.

It was all wasted effort. Her sister was no longer the one who enjoyed her company, or readily wanted to talk about so many things that had happened in each other’s absence.

And she hated that. She hated it so much that even if she still loved her sister dearly, she could not bear to stand her attitude towards everyone in the family.

After years that they drifted apart to being no other than just families, Ellen learned how to be on her own with her fans or her mother. And like Eleanor, she was a psychotic bitch.

No one really knew why too, but maybe that was why their grandfather didn’t really like Eva, and instructed her to simply run the ML art gallery. He would even have lesser warmth for her in his eyes.

“Nothing is wrong with your sister. She is just like Emma who doesn’t mingle much with people. Just let her be!” Eleanor supported her older daughter, while trying not to aid Ellen by bringing up the matters of the past.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

It didn’t just end with both siblings not being close friends any longer, but Ellen despised everything her sister did and never wanted to be with her even in the same house.

She would again throw tantrums whenever she got tired, that someone should help her get her sister back because the one she knew, wasn’t so apathetic like the present Eva herself.

Sometimes, she would cry and tell her mother to apologize to Eva on her behalf, to forgive her if she had done anything to distance herself so much from her.

Then later, she just matured after a long while and that was when she became more time invested in her influencing job. And it really worked out well. But it seemed like she was still not over it.

“I am sure you know she is a bitch who only loves herself, and not even her family. Emma is totally different. If Emma is not out on a vacation, we talk on a basis since she frequents my room to say Hi. She is a sweet and pure soul who just likes spending time with friends. They are totally different humans,” Eva ranted angrily in total disagreement with her mother, as she swerved the car to the right aggressively when she saw that the car was about to collide with another, because her mind was more concentrated on the argument. It got Eleanor agitated for a few minutes.

“Can you just let this matter be and not get us killed?! And moreover, Dalton too is indifferent. He is my son, but he is not warm towards me at all. Why do I have children that are all like this?” Eleanor questioned rhetorically with a sentimental look, while trying to die up the argument she had started in the first place.

Her doctor had advised her strongly to stay away from stress and screaming, yet it seemed like her daughter wouldn’t let go of what she had bitten. It was too frustrating.

“Dalton is a likeable mother. Though he is a crazy hot guy. Cold, hard and really really rude. But still, I love him as my brother. He has some place in his heart that is warm, even if he never shows it.”

“Just let go of this discussion. I’m not ready to say anymore. Just let it go,” Eleanor surrendered. Arguing with Ellen was utterly useless because she wouldn’t let go so easily, and her health would not permit her to argue the way they normally did in the past.

“So, coming back to Emma’s issue now, mother. Did she really say she was going to marry her boyfriend?”

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The meeting together with an Arabian business man ended well, and he and Dalton signed the sellout contract of one of his three companies in the UAE.

He had weighed the pros and cons and figured out that the synthetic hair manufacturing company his grandfather, Mark, had acquired years ago was not thriving well. He abhorred any failure.

After everything had been settled with the foreigner, Alex asked Dalton if he should make reservations for him since it was past time for lunch. Since VisQuib had been rated highly especially for their quality food and good hospitality, Dalton had no reason to refuse.

“Should I reserve the entire restaurant, sir?” Alex asked. He contemplated that Dalton would probably want the special treatment of a VIP guest.

“No,” was his short reply.

Few minutes later after Alex left the room to reserve the best floor, he returned back to inform him that the food was in preparation. Dalton stood up from the chair he was sitting on, as he adjusted the navy blue tie he had around his neck to a comfortable position and stalked past Alex.

It made the assistant realize that his boss was not ready to wait anymore, and quickly scurried ahead of him to open the door.

They both took the elevator to the last floor up the building, and Dalton walked out of it first when it stopped at their destination. The people around seemed to recognize him and were really honored, to see Dalton Miller in the same space as them.

There had been so many rumors that he was merciless and a melancholist, who derived pleasure in making people’s life miserable at the sight of him.

But from what they were seeing, he didn’t seem to possess any harm the more they glanced at him, and as well could not help but feel the uncomfortable feeling his presence gave.

Alex quickly walked ahead of him to make sure the table was getting set perfectly, and to direct him to where was reserved for him, which had the best view in the large deluxe restaurant that had beautiful sceneries around.

The interiors and architectural design of the place was to a decent taste, which prompted Dalton to move comfortably to where he was directed to by Alex.

The moment his eyes wavered from its forever focus state and darted sideways, he thought he had finally gone insane by seeing Aria in every lady around. However, he could not help but let his eyes roam again to the lady, whose resemblance seemed to be so uncanny with hers.

And there she really was, eating a main course meal and having a serious talk with Collin, totally oblivious of who had made entry into the same space as she.

The position in which their table was centered, could not allow them to see the person, whose eyes would overthrow the table of hot food if it could, as it pierced through. Dalton then realized that he had seen the exact facial view of the young and handsome guy beside her; The annoying guy at the auction.

It was when Alex had studied his boss and watched the direction of his eyes, that his hands began to tremble immediately at what he was seeing. He had sometimes wished for Dalton to be in that kind of situation, but the reality of it playing before him was really scary to watch.

His boss’ wife really knew Collin Carson, and they were so friendly with one another enough to have a meal together. She had a tender look for him in her eyes, unlike the cold one she always gave Dalton.

They also seemed to be so close enough that he could get her tissue wipes, to clean the red sauce smear around her rosy lips. They even smiled at one another.

Dalton was boiling. Hot and insanely boiling above 100°c. Enough to cause a volcanic eruption in the restaurant at that moment.