She Can Have It All

Tammy was a child who hadn't fully learned how to conceal her emotions.

When she heard that this home would belong to them, she immediately asked excitedly, "Is it true?"

Sophie held Tammy's arms in panic, "Tammy, don't speak of nonsense! This is Aunt Lily's home."

After saying that, Sophie's eyes turned red as she gave an aggrieved look, "Lily, I would never ruin the relationship between you and Mark. If it'll make you happier, I'll leave."

Hearing this, Mark rushed over and grabbed Sophie's arm.

Sophie gently fell into his arms.

He steadied her, but when our gaze crossed, he hurriedly let go of her hand.

A hint of unwillingness glistened in Sophie's eyes, which was quickly replaced by grievance, "Mark, please stop trying to persuade me to stay. We've intruded for too long."

As she spoke, tears started to fall, as if she was a white lotus that was about to wither.

Tammy threw herself into her arms and cried loudly, "Mommy, don't cry. It's all my fault. If I didn't make a mess, you wouldn't have suffered so much."

Looking at them made me feel as though the filming industry had a great loss not hiring this mother and daughter duo in any of the movies.

Mark looked at them distressingly.

The more he felt sorry for them, the angrier he became. He glared at me, "Lily, I asked them to move here because Sophie’s house pipes have been leaking for days, and it will take several days to repair it. Our mansion is huge, so I asked them to come over. You two can just take this opportunity to repair your friendship. I didn’t expect you to be so rude to them both. Tammy is just a child, how can you bear to make her sad?"

Although I had no intention of extending my conversation with Mark, I could not stand his biased remarks.

I said sarcastically, "Mark, please get your eyes checked. I only said one sentence ever since they stepped foot into this house just now. You were the ones that came up with your own stories. I think you deserve the Pulitzer Prize at this point. Also, I’m moving out, do you think I care who will move in?"

Mark looked at me blankly, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether I had fully lost hope or if I was just playing hard to get.

It wasn't until I pushed him away, dragged my suitcase and left without looking back, that he finally realized that I actually wanted a divorce.

I didn't even want the mansion.

He couldn't help but think of Sophie's car accident half a year ago.

After she was discharged from the hospital, Tammy kept saying she was scared having only the two of them at home.

So, he wanted the mother and daughter to move into the mansion.

However, when I found out, I smashed everything in the house angrily and shouted that if he dared to let Sophie move in, I would jump off the house.

Mark had no choice but to let this subject go.

As revenge, he had a cold war with me for three whole months.

It wasn't until Anthony was hospitalized due to allergies that I had to give in. He blocked the entryway to see my son and only allowed me to enter when I apologized to him.

Since then, the love I had for him slowly started to fade.

I became very well-behaved, even better than the incident in the past.

Mark was secretly proud of my change.

He felt that he had defeated the arrogant person in me, but he didn't know that from that moment on, my feelings for him began to wear away little by little, until they turned into nothing.

Mark wanted to go out and chase me, but Sophie suddenly screamed. He looked at Sophie and saw that Tammy had fainted at some point.

Sophie spoke, "Mark, what's wrong with Tammy?"

Anthony was turning anxious. He grabbed Mark's sleeve and said, "Dad, take Tammy to the hospital quickly!"

He didn't care about the woman that just left.

Mark picked up Tammy and rushed out of the mansion without a second to lose.

When he got out, he realized that snow was falling quickly.

This sudden blizzard prevented me from getting a taxi as well.

The mansion was located in a remote suburb, so I had no choice but to walk in the snow.

Mark's car stopped in front of me, the window was lowered, and he frowned and looked at me, "Get in the car."

I ignored him.

He hammered the steering wheel angrily, "Lily, how long will you continue to make things this hard?"

At this time, my mother's voice came from his mobile phone, "Lily, if you start acting out again, I will act as if I never gave birth to a daughter like you."

I smiled softly and said nonchalantly, "Then I will no longer be your daughter."