Once Doormat Now Untouchable

---- Chapter 665 Raymond clicked his tongue, irritation showing plainly at the corners of his eyes. He lifted his long, narrow gaze slightly and found Glen looking back at him with a smile that was half polite, half provocative. Glen still did not address him. Instead, he turned to Tiffany. "It's been a while since | last saw your parents. Want to go in together?" 'Oh, please.' Raymond smirked faintly as he waited, certain of her rejection. "Sure." He did not expect that. The woman who had just walked out of that war zone of a hospital room agreed without hesitation. His smirk froze.

When he spoke again, sarcasm laced every word. "Didn't get yelled at enough?" At that, the blood in Tiffany's body seemed to go cold. Until now, she had not been sure how much he had overheard. Part of her had even hoped he had caught only her last line. Now she knew better. He had heard almost everything. He had heard Stanley call her cold-blooded and ungrateful. He had heard Stanley accuse Mabel of keeping another man. He had ---- heard Stanley call Mabel a filthy bitch. Those ugly words were practically her father's everyday language.

It was no wonder the Hutton family had looked down on her back then. Her throat tightened, but she kept smiling. "You call that getting yelled at? Mr. Hutton, you really haven't seen much. For someone like me, this is normal." She had grown up with words like that. Back in high school, when she refused to hand over the money she earned from a weekend job, they pointed at her and called her a little whore. Tiffany did not miss the way his brows drew together in confusion. All at once, something in her loosened. She turned to Glen with a small, almost relieved smile. "Let's go in.

She and Raymond had never belonged to the same world. He came from wealth and ease, while she had to wear herself down just to cross a narrow bridge. 2 Glen's gaze remained gentle. "All right." The door opened and closed, leaving Raymond alone in the hallway, standing like a tree rooted in place. ---- The restlessness in his chest finally broke loose and surged upward. He turned and strode toward the elevators. Halfway there, he changed direction and headed into the smoking area.

Ever since learning that Sydney was his biological sister and that she could not stand the smell of smoke, he had begun to quit without quite realizing it But at that moment, the craving roared back with his frustration. He had just lowered his head to take a cigarette between his lips when a long, elegant hand reached over and snatched the pack away. He frowned, annoyed, and was about to snap Then he turned, saw who it was, and the anger died at once. He raked a hand through his hair. "Did Grandpa fall asleep?" 1 Diana did not answer. She casually tossed the cigarette pack into the trash.

"Was that the Voss family arguing just now?" "You knew?" Raymond asked in reflex, then quickly understood. With Albus admitted there, his family would have checked everyone else on the floor for security. "If you knew someone from her family was hospitalized, why ---- didn't you tell me earlier?" he demanded. Diana gave him a calm glance. "If you went, what were you planning to do? Stand there and get cursed too? Or pay off her brother's debt for her?" Raymond paused. After a moment, he said, "Paying it off won't solve anything.

You'd need something permanent." Most permanent solutions were meant for outsiders. He did not know whether Tiffany would accept that kind of method. "Instead of guessing, why don't you ask Tiffany what she wants? " Diana said. "She isn't someone without opinions or a mind of her own." Raymond did not answer right away. He wanted to ask, but that did not mean she would be willing to tell him anything. Diana looked at him and went straight to the point. "She can't even be bothered to deal with you, can she?"