Chapter 6 How Can You Compare with Her?
âI like Cynthia, and I donât care whether there is a dowry or not, but I canât control what other people think... If people know that the Miller family is too mean to give a dowry, it will damage Mr. Millerâs reputation!â
Alston has said to such a point, and Beck had to agree. Under pressure posed by Alston, Beck signed the share transfer contract.
After writing Cynthiaâs name on the contract, Beck felt dizzy and made an excuse to leave the living room with Jane and Cherry.
Alston scanned the document and didnât find anything wrong, then threw it directly into Cynthiaâs arms. âPut it away. It is what you will rely on in the future.â
Cynthia scrambled to catch it. âWhy did you give me such... such an important document?â
Sheâs a little confused now. Didnât Alston hate her very much? Why did he do this for her?
âThese shares of the Miller family were nothing to me.â Alston casually picked up the teacup.
Looking at Alstonâs handsome side face, Cynthia suddenly felt warm, and her almond eyes filled with a smile.
However, those three people were in a bad mood.
As soon as Beck came out, Jane grabbed his clothes. âWhat do you mean? How can you give shares to Cynthia for nothing?
What can Cherry rely on in the future?â
âWhat can I do!â Beck said with a darkened face, âAlston has forced me to that sake. Can I still refuse it? Suppose people know that Cynthia replaced her sister to marry Alston without a dowry. In that case, the reputation of the Miller Group will be ruined, and it is also hard for Cherry to find her future husband.â
Hearing these words, Jane couldnât say anything, but her resentment of Cynthia became stronger.
It must be what, Cynthia, that b*tch said to cause Alston to put pressure on the Miller family.
She would never let go of Cynthia!
âWhereâs Cherry?â
Jane turned back and found that Cherry had disappeared.
When Jane prepared the lunch, Beck returned to the living room alone, seeing Cynthia sitting on the sofa alone, and asked, âWhereâs Alston?â
âHe heard the flowers in our backyard grow well, so he went out to look for fun. I happen to ask you something, father.â
Cynthia clutched her clothes, her eyes staring at him closely.
âWhy did you set me up?â
Her eyes were as clear as a lake, expressing her likes and dislikes unabashedly.
Beck was embarrassed and annoyed by Cynthiaâs glance. âSet up? It is too exaggerated. Alston is an excellent person, and many ladies in the Fort canât marry him. You should be happy that I arrange this marriage for you.â
âSuch a good marriage. Why didnât you arrange it for Cherry? It was Cherry that got engaged to Alston before!â
Cynthia couldnât help but raise her voice to press him.
Seeing his daughter, who had always been well-behaved, kept pressing him, Beck couldnât help roaring at her, âHow can my daughter marry a vegetable?â
As soon as he spoke it, he regretted it.
When Cynthia heard these words, she paused and glazed over at him.
âSheâs your daughter, am I not?â
Beck frowned. âYouâre just a love child. Cherry is the true lady of the Miller family. How can you compare with her?â
How can you compare with her?
This sentence, like a spell, echoed in her ears. Cynthia sat back on the sofa and looked at her fingers with thin calluses. The last expectations in her heart wholly dissipated.
He was right. Cherry was his favorite daughter and his pride. She, Cynthia, was only an illegitimate daughter who was brought home halfway. She could be used and abandoned at any time. How could she compare with Cherry?
The sadness welled within her, making her eyes red, and tears almost fell.
âCynthia, donât be ungrateful. Even if Alston is a vegetable, itâs your blessing to marry him. Moreover, heâs awake now, and it seems he likes you.â
âStay in the Smith family and take care of him closely. Recently, there have been some problems with the Miller Groupâs major projects, and I need the Smith familyâs help. With your help, we must get better in the future,â he said with a softened voice.
He spoke confidently without a trace of guilt and shame.
Cynthia laughed. âAt the beginning, you said that as long as I entered the Smith family, I could leave the Miller family. In this case, the Miller family is nothing to me from then on. I will take good care of Alston, but there is no way for you to let me give a hand to the Miller family.â
After saying this, her eyes were with a determined look, and then she got up to find Alston.
âYou stop!â Beck rushed over and grabbed her arm. All the gentleness on his face he had been faking disappeared, replaced by a ferocious and vicious look.
âThe Miller family raised you for ten years. The total 10-year nurturing can be offset by what your said?â
â10-year nurturing... Hah... What qualifies you to say that?â
Cynthia looked down at her white and tender arm, finding the skin was scratched and the wound was swollen.
âI was taken back to the Miller family when I was 12. Over ten years, have you ever cared about me? Cherry punched and kicked me when she encountered something bad. Once you were not at home, I couldnât eat at the table, and the food became cold when I ate. You can go to the second floor to see the room I live in, which is not even comparable to the worst servant room in the Miller family.â
She talked about it indifferently, as if she were talking about othersâ affairs.
âAfter age 16, aunt Jean told me that the Miller family wouldnât raise idle people. From then on, I didnât even have the right to eat at home. I had to work to earn my tuition daily, and I didnât take a day off. If they werenât afraid of being discussed by others, they would have kicked me out long ago.â
Looking up at Beckâs surprised face, she hissed, âYou donât know any of this. All you see and care about are your beloved wife and daughter. As for me, I am just an illegitimate daughter. You never pay attention to me, so why do you think I will care about the Miller family!â
âI was looking forward to seeing the Miller family go bankrupt more than Alston was.
âYou... you...â Beckâs face turned red with anger, looking like he couldnât wait to strangle Cynthia.
Jane came out from the kitchen and quickly patted his chest. âWhy do you talk to her so much?
Sheâs an ingrate.â
She looked at Cynthia with a vicious look and said, âCynthia, we have your mother. If you help the Miller family, I will let you see your mother.â
âWhat?â