My Destined Lover

Laura had expected a barrage of scolding when she got home. Instead, when she entered the living room, Mrs. Taylor was uncharacteristically concerned with her.

“Laura, did you sleep well recently? Are you having trouble adjusting to your new environment? If you need anything, you can tell Jones. …”

Mrs. Taylor rambled on and on, but Laura didn’t want to hear it. After all, who wants to see the hypocritical concern on Mrs. Taylor’s face? So as Laura.

“Well, I see.” She said, and then walked upstairs by herself.

Mrs. Taylor was a little embarrassed by Laura’s coldness. But she did not show any difference, not annoyed, but smiling. “Laura, you don’t know how to talk to elders, I don’t blame you. I can hire an teacher for you to teach you etiquette, the piano, and painting.”

Laura got halfway up the stairs and glanced downstairs at Mrs. Taylor. “I don’t need it.” The voice was still cold. For some reason, Mrs. Taylor’s patience was extraordinarily abundant. She explained, “How can you not need it? In the future, if you marry Marcus, you’ll be a well-established wife. You’ll have to learn sooner or later.”

Lily came back from school and overheard the conversation. She said, “Laura, I know it’s hard for you to learn manners, but everything can be done slowly.”

Laura gave her a complicated smile, not to mention the fact that she was already proficient in the piano and painting, let alone the etiquette.

“Learn manners?” Laura asked back in mock confusion, “Am I supposed to act like my sister?”

“Yes.” Lily thought she had figured it out and was just about to show a smile, but the next second her body froze. Laura was sneering, “I don’t want to be like my sister. You know your manners, Lily.”

Lily’s face turned red, biting her lips. She want to refute Laura, but recalled her past performance in front of her. Indeed… It’s bad behavior.

Seeing her daughter defeated, especially for Laura was repeatedly ungrateful, Mrs. Taylor gave up pretending to be a good person. She expressionlessly held the staircase handrail and said to Laura, “I don’t care what you think. Just now, I have transferred your school registration to Manhattan Bridges High School. You must to report yourself to school next Monday!” The commanding tone made Laura feel a little better. After all, it was much more comfortable to fight against a real bad egg than a fake good egg.

Manhattan Bridges High School was the exclusive school Lily was going to. Mrs. Taylor would be so kind as to provide her with such good teaching resources.

“Okay, I’ll go to register next Monday.” She agreed.

Mrs. Taylor was surprised and delighted when she heard Laura’s agreement. Laura smiled faintly- let’s see what you have in store for me.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

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In the evening, it was getting darker outside. Laura was thirsty, so she went downstairs to get a glass of water but caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa,. She realized that Mr. Taylor had returned from a business trip a few days earlier. She had no interest in her father, whom she had never met.