The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 334

Emily and Hamlin were at their wits' end.

They never imagined their eldest daughter, Lily, would spew such hurtful, venomous words.

Emily was trembling with rage.

Hamlin, in a fit of fury, grabbed a plate and hurled it toward Lily, exclaiming, "How did I ever father such

a curse?"

The plate crashed with a clang against Lily's forehead before shattering on the floor.

Lily touched her forehead, relieved there was no blood.

With a broken heart, she accused Hamlin, "You're just defending Nora, as if her sleeping around with a

bunch of guys wasn't filthy enough. Am I not even allowed to state the obvious?"

Nora's scandal had once set the town abuzz.

The entire upper crust had seen that explosive video of Nora.

"Dad, the real disgrace to the Dawson family is Nora, not me."

"The one who brought shame upon you was Nora. Yet, you cruelly threw me out of the house."

"Do you have any idea how tough it's been for me these years?"

"When I didn't even have enough money for a hotel, I was sleeping under bridges in a foreign land, did

you know that?"

By the end, Lily was shouting in anguish, her voice tearing through the air.

But neither Hamlin nor Emily felt a shred of pity.

Emily, disappointed, looked at her daughter, "When you divorced Alexander, you got a decent

settlement. You shouldn't have ended up under a bridge unless you gambled it all away. Besides, your

father and I paid for your education abroad. With your qualifications, you should've never ended up like

this. It's all your own doing, because you refused to work honestly for your money."

"If you and Dad hadn't cast me out, Alexander wouldn't have left me, and I wouldn't have ended up a

total wreck," Lily said, without realizing her own faults.

She stared defiantly at her parents.

Hamlin clutched his chest in anger, "Get out, just get out. I never had a daughter like you."

"Hah!" Lily snorted coldly, "Kicking me out again? This is my home too. Where do you expect me to

go?"

"Anywhere, as long as it's far from here."

"You want me out? Well, I'm not leaving."

Lily glanced at Emily's arms where little Kent sat, too scared to speak.

"And what about your precious grandson? Will you really let him wander the streets with me?"

Hamlin's heart softened at the sight of his grandson. After all, the child was innocent.

At four in the afternoon, the streets of Seraphim Haven were bathed in the warm glow of the winter sun.

Roxanne stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of her office, completing several facial recognition

verifications in a row.

Once done, she called Harrison.

"Harrison, about the facial recognition checks your CFO and Mr. Johnson had me do, what were they

for exactly?"

Mr. Johnson and the CFO had launched several verifications, and she was clueless about their

purpose.

Harrison asked in return, "Did you complete them?"

"Yeah. You haven't sold me out, have you?" Roxanne joked.

"It's almost half-past four."

On the other end, Harrison glanced at his watch and said, "I'm going to pick up Angela from preschool

soon, then I'll come for you. Let's dine out tonight and talk."

"Sounds good."

"You hang up first."

"No, you hang up."

"You first," Harrison insisted patiently.

He knew she was still shaken from a recent plane crash scare and needed reassurance.

In the past few days, Harrison had been extra careful, and Roxanne could feel it.

After facing a crisis together, they both treasured their love more cautiously.

"Okay, I'll hang up."

"See you tonight."

After Roxanne hung up, ensuring the line was dead with a beep, Harrison finally put away his phone.

He glanced at his watch again.

Four-oh-three.

Half an hour before preschool ended.

Twenty minutes by car.

Deciding not to delay, he set out immediately.

Arriving ten minutes early, he saw Angela, his little munchkin, playing outside with her classmates.

He watched from a distance, silently observing.

His daughter was such a little sloth. While other kids were active, she just sat lazily on the grass,

showing no interest in sports, unlike her father who worked out five days a week.

Aside from her enthusiasm for snacks, Angela had little interest in anything else.

Every time he saw his little girl, Harrison couldn't forget what Dominic had told him about Roxanne's

near-death experience during childbirth.

He couldn't forgive himself for his past mistakes.

After waiting for several minutes, Angela toddled over to him, adorably chubby and endearing.

It wasn't so much that Angela had short legs. It was just that she was a bit chubby.

Her round belly made her legs look shorter than they were, and her backpack bounced against her as

she walked, looking like a little mountain on her back.

Harrison ran towards his little sloth, scooped her up, and asked, "Did you miss me?"

"Mhm," Angela nodded vigorously.

"We're going to pick up your mommy now, and then we'll all go out to eat," Harrison said, carrying his

daughter to the car.

He'd chosen a modest Mercedes for the pickup. A Rolls-Royce would've drawn too much attention, and

he preferred to keep a low profile.

Angela quickly fell asleep in the car, clutching her stuffed toy, and was still asleep when Harrison

picked up Roxanne.

Roxanne suggested, "Harrison, let's not go out. I'm a bit tired too. Let's just go home and make some

pasta."

Seeing Angela asleep on his shoulder, Harrison agreed, "Let's head home."

Waking her up for a restaurant visit might have made her grumpy.

Roxanne smiled at Angela, who was drooling in her sleep.

Cherry-red lips puckered up, drool cascading onto Harrison's immaculate suit, creating a sizable damp

patch.

She couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Even the most high-flying CEO has to play daddy at home. And look at you, drenched in baby drool on

your shoulder."

Harrison then glanced down to find a small pool of drool on his suit where little munchkin had been Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

resting.

Far from being disgusted, he held Angela even more tenderly.

Back at Grandeur Meadows.

Angela was still deep in slumber.

Roxanne contemplated waking the little munchkin.

But the tot was having none of it.

She burrowed into the bed, rolling inwards, and clutched the pillow tightly, her tiny bottom sticking up in

the air.

Then she turned her little face deeper into the pillow, resolutely continuing her peaceful slumber.

This sleeping position squished her little red lips even more, and drool trickled out.

It was so adorable.

Harrison watched his daughter with a heart swelling with affection, "Her teacher mentioned that Angela

didn't nap quietly today. She was caught whispering with her friends several times."