Chapter 311 My Girl
He was still so handsome!
Samantha hurried to him, her eyes shyly meeting his. She asked, “Why did you come? Do you still remember me?”
She flashed a quick wink at Nathan, her smile blooming like a flower.
However, Nathan merely gave her an indiferent glance, paying her no mind.
He was still as cold as he used to be.
Though Samantha felt a bit disheartened, her affection for him only grew stronger. Her gaze was firmly locked onto him. unwilling to deviate even the slightest.
“Mr. Carter, what brings you here?” Norali led Frederick and Hannah over. Despite being his senior, she was respectful Toward Nathan.
After all, in Emberfall, there was no one who didn’t tread carefully around the Carter family.
This was especially true for the Monroe family, who was currently as fragile as a candle in the wind.
Olivia lowered her head, concealing the mockery in her eyes. It was hard to imagine that the domineering Norah, who had been strong–willed her entire life, would act so cautiously in front of Nathan
Nathan glanced at Olivia. Having overheard her phone conversation with Norah last night, he knew she would be returning to the Monroe residence today, Concerned about her being alone, he decided to come over and check on her.
The moment he walked through the door, he immediately sensed that something was off. As he approached her, he could distinctly feel a rold indifference radiating from her,
She must have been wronged again.
He knew better than anyone just how poorly her famdy treated her,
Suddenly, he felt quite fortunate to have made this trip.
“I came to find her.”
Nathan’s words were shocking, and even Olivia was taken aback.
As she gazed at him, a memory from her middle school days suddenly came to mind. It was Noral’s birthday, and she had used her meager allowance to buy a gift.
In the end, Norah didn’t even spare a glance at the gift, even throwing it aside with a look of disgus
Olivia was heartbroken, yet there was nothing she could do.
on her face.
All she could do was watch as Norah, holding the gift from Samantha, beamed with joy. The elderly lady even took every opportunity to praise Samantha for being so thoughtful and well–mannered.
What saddened her the most wasn’t this kind of differential treatment.
Back then, she knew that the Monroe family didn’t welcome her, so she had planned to leave.
But before she could leave, she was held back by a relative.
“Hey, don’t you even know how to make us a cup of coffee?” the relative asked, clearly displeased.
Olivia quickly shook her head and answered, “I’m not a housekeeper-”
Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted. “If you’re not the housekeeper, then who is? Hurry up and make
