Chapter 599
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 599:
âMom.â Joyâs spirits seemed to lift a bit. âWhy doesnât Dad ever call me? You called me even when you were busy.â
Hadley had once come to Srixby alone and would often pick up the phone to talk to Joy.
She froze, a chill running through her.
Hadleyâs heart ached so deeply it felt as if it might stop.
Choking back tears, she said, âThatâs because Dadâs work is special. He canât just make calls.â
Lies flowed easily, but she preferred crafting a fairytale for Joy rather than revealing the truth about her fatherâs coldness and irresponsibility.
She would shoulder the burden of Ericâs disdain alone.
Joy would remain blissfully unaware of who her father really was; she would live in a beautiful illusion about him.
Her Joy had already been dealt a tough hand; Hadley couldnât bear to add more sorrow.
âI see.â Joy accepted her motherâs words, nodding with innocent belief.
âI will wait at home for Dad.â
âGood girl.â
For a fleeting moment, a sharp pang pierced Hadleyâs heart, and she struggled to meet her daughterâs gaze.
Joy would never get the chance to meet her fatherâ¦
Just as Hadley had once been, a child cast aside by her own father.
In a moment of daze, Hadley saw her younger self crying out loud.
âDad, please! Iâm begging you! Dad, please take me with you. I promise to be good, I wonât eat much, and Iâll help take care of my siblingsâ¦â
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Throughout the night, Hadley drifted in and out of restless dreams, waking with puffy eyes and a throbbing headache. When she finally managed to open her eyes, she found her daughter, Joy, curled up peacefully in her arms.
âSweetheart,â she whispered, pressing a tender kiss to Joyâs forehead. Just then, her phone buzzed, pulling her attention to a new message from Eric.
âGood morning, darling. Iâve headed to the office. Iâll be there to pick you up after your performance tonight.â
Hadley rolled her eyes and turned off her phone screen, choosing not to reply.
Arriving early at the dance studio, Hadley was greeted by Elissa, who pulled her into a tight hug. âHadley!â
âElissa!â Hadley hugged her back, her voice bright with relief. âItâs so good to see youâre doing well!â
Elissa grinned. âYes, Iâm feeling much better! But thereâs something you should knowâ¦â She hesitated before continuing. âWe wonât be performing starting this weekend.â
Hadleyâs eyes widened. âWhat? How come? Who told you?â Her mind raced with worry about the upcoming shows.
âDidnât you check the bulletin board when you came in?â Elissa asked, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. âIt was Ms. Nicolsonâs decision.â
Blanche, the troupe leader, had made the difficult call to pause performances following the Blathe scandal, which had left the group exhausted and demoralized. After much deliberation, the leadership agreed that a break was necessary to recover.
Ding! Ding!
Both Hadley and Elissaâs phones buzzed simultaneously, lighting up with a notification from their workgroup. Scanning the message, they read about the halted performancesâbut also the new tasks assigned to them.
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