Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 131 Whitney paused for a moment, then said, "It's probably just Klein's usual friends, right?" 'Uncle Klein's friends again?' Lena frowned. "Can't Uncle Klein make some new friends? I'm so sick of seeing the same old faces all the time," she complained. Whitney couldn't help but laugh. 'With Klein's temper, it's a wonder anyone can stand being friends with him. at all, she thought. Dustin and Oliver were Klein's handpicked groomsmen.

"You guys should stop hanging around Evergreen Entertainment all day and actually practice those online games the bridesmaids use to mess with the groomsmen. Otherwise, you might not even make it through the door," Klein warned. Oliver scoffed. "Please, what kind of game could possibly stop us?" To be precise, Dustin was the only one Klein actually picked. Oliver, on the other hand, secured his spot as a groomsman with a ten-million-dollar project. He couldn't help it. Ever since he heard Joanne was going to be Whitney's bridesmaid, his eyes had practically sparkled with excitement.

"Joanne knows you're a groomsman now. What do you think?" Klein teased. Oliver rubbed his nose and fell silent. Dustin was being a groomsman for the first time, and he was really looking forward to it. He'd just found out Lena was going to be a bridesmaid too, which totally made his day. ***** A few days before the wedding, Whitney returned to Moore Manor. And the moment she got back, Samuel came home too. "Whit, it's been ages since we've sat down and had a proper meal together like this. April whipped up all your favorite dishes just for you," Samuel chuckled.

Whitney looked at the spread on the table, her lips curving into a smile. "It really has been a long time since we've had a meal together, Dad," she said. It had been so long, Whitney had nearly forgotten what it felt like to have a father at all. "When I found out your mom was pregnant, I was tied up with work and couldn't leave. As soon as I wrapped things up, I booked the fastest flight home. My hands were shaking the entire flight," Samuel said. "You were my first child. I couldn't have been happier," he added. "That's when I had April come over to help take care of your mom.

We didn't have much back then, and my company was just getting off the ground, but your mom always had my back," Samuel continued. "Hard to believe it's been over twenty years since your mom passed away," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. Whitney held her fork, her expression calm. "Funny, it's Laura who gets to share all your good days now." Samuel's face stiffened. "Well, that's not really fair. Whit, your mom lost her parents early on, and after we got married, I never let her work a single day," he said. "Weren't you born with a silver spoon in your mouth too?" he added.

Whitney set her chopsticks down, her deep brown eyes quietly fixed on that mask of hypocrisy Samuel wore. "Dad, are you really sure I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth?" she asked. Ever since Whitney could remember, Laura had been sabotaging her in every little way, making even the smallest parts of her life difficult. Moore Manor was way out of town, so it took an hour just to get to school. When Whitney was six, she waited outside the school gate until the sun was almost down, but the family driver never came for her.

She didn't have a phone back then, so she just stood there helplessly, longingly watching all the other kids get picked up by their parents. She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Even if their parents showed up on a little scooter, it still felt so much warmer than her family's fancy car ever did. That day, Lena, the Harris family's little princess, who usually butted heads with Whitney, pulled up and waved her over to get in. "Whitney, didn't Samuel send anyone to pick you up?" Lena asked. Whitney pressed her lips together, her eyes turning red. Lena panicked.

"Hey, Whitney, why are you crying? I swear I didn't do anything!" "Come on, don't cry!" Lena frantically searched for a tissue, but it was the teen up front who handed over a navy handkerchief. Lena finally felt relieved. "Here you go, wipe your tears. Don't cry, okay? If no one comes to pick you up next time, just come home with us," Lena said gently. But even after Lena finished, Whitney's tears kept streaming down her face. Lena grew anxious and pleaded softly, tilting her head, "Whitney, how about we be best friends from now on?

Please don't cry, okay?" Whitney wiped her tears, her voice soft and sweet. "Okay." Things like that happened all the time, but at least after that day, nobody ever purposely left Whitney stranded at school again. So Whitney gave a sarcastic smile and said, "Dad, the only one who really grew up with a silver spoon is Tina." Samuel was left speechless. When Whitney was a kid, Samuel only managed to provide for her financially. Those were the years his company was taking off, and he barely spared a thought for a little girl's feelings.

To Samuel, sending her to a fancy private school and making sure she was well-fed and well-dressed was already the best life in his mind. "Whit, you can't really say that. When I was young, your grandma couldn't afford to give me anything close to this. At least you went to the priciest grade school in town," Samuel said. "Yeah," Whitney said, picking up her chopsticks again and taking a bite of fish. "But didn't I end up at a regular school for middle school?" Samuel was at a loss for words. Whitney gave a wry smile.

"It was Tina who got to go to those fancy private schools for middle and high school, not me." Whitney continued, "Back then, Laura said you were working so hard to build your business, that you should put all your money into the company and your projects. She told you there was no point wasting more money on something as trivial as my education. Did you forget?" Samuel's mind flashed back to those years, more than a decade ago. There was a six-month stretch when money was tight. He was scrambling to secure funding and loans.

Laura would comfort him, saying not to worry, that they could tighten the household budget. And so, it was Whitney's shot at a better school that got cut first. Samuel tried to protest, "But..." "Still, you really proved yourself, Whit. No matter what school you went to, you got into a top university. And with the best scores in your major, too," he said. "I really did do better than Tina," Whitney replied, never one to sell herself short. "After all, my little sister just paid for a fancy degree overseas." Samuel's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Every word between them was like a slap in the face, reminding him of how unfair he'd been to Whitney all those years. Seeing that playing the family card wasn't working, Samuel switched tactics. "But your grandma really loved you. She was always on your side, no matter what. And every year, your New Year's money was always twice as thick as Tina's." Whitney's eyes turned cold. "But Dad, even then, didn't you always find a way to make it up to Tina afterward?" "Alright, I'll be staying at Moore Manor for the next few days.

Dad, you should probably head back to your place when you get a chance," Whitney said. "Otherwise, if we keep going over all these memories every day, I might end up changing my mind about having you walk me down the aisle," she teased. Samuel blinked, confused. "Change your mind about what?" "About letting you give me away at the wedding, you biased old dad," Whitney said with a wry smile. Samuel forced down his anger, his face dark as he set his chopsticks down. He couldn't eat another bite. "Fine, now that you're getting married, I guess you've really spread your wings.

I can't tell you what to do anymore. But don't forget, Whitney. No matter what, you'll always be a Moore," he said. 'If I hadn't given her the Moore name, would she ever have married into a prestigious family?' Samuel thought bitterly. Whitney watched Samuel's angry retreat and said with a hint of sarcasm, "April, you can clear the table. I'm full." April sighed. "Alright, Miss Moore." Father and daughter, yet they were more distant than strangers now.

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