The Heir

Victoria was a bit surprised that he sounded giddy at that moment. She had never heard him spoke that way whenever they were in the Griffith mansion or whenever they were with them. Perhaps the happiness has not faded away.

“Yes, they are all inside the study room, waiting for your arrival.” The maid took her leave after informing her.

Victoria sauntered to the study room with her husband. But just when she was about to open the door, she heard a commotion from the inside that made her stop from opening the door.

“Do we really need to bet about this? For sure, dear cousin Victoria didn’t make it,” said Iris, following it by a laugh.

“Of course, Victoria was a failure. Just like what I expected her to be. I can only imagine the humiliation she put us through by presenting her proposal in front of the LS Group higher-ups. When she sent us a message that the presentation was done, I could not help but raise a brow. I was like… No, not that fast!” Franklin sneered. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you that she will only bring disgrace and disappointment to this family,” his cousin said.

“Mother, I think you made the wrong choice this time.” Her uncle, Franklin’s father, scoffed. “How can you send someone so irresponsible to represent the Griffith Group when we have Franklin here, who knows the business very well?”

Victoria heard the voices of other family members agreeing to what her cousin and uncle said about her. Suddenly, it was hard for her to breathe.

Seriously? Just because she was done with her job at the LS Group earlier than expected, they judged her too quickly? Why were they so sure that she failed when they have not heard what happened back there? Everything she heard from them hurt her so much.

She withdrew her hand.

“Victoria.” Maximillian hugged her from behind.

Her husband heard everything, and that hurts her even more.

no matter what I do, I cannot please everyone in

they didn’t know because they always choose to ignore all your efforts,” her husband muttered and kissed

on his sturdy chest. For a moment, she let herself cry, poured her heart out. And when he wrapped his arms around

he caressed her head and back. “You shouldn’t be crying over their snide

“I know… but—”

your hands now, Victoria. Pull yourself together

herself a bit and looked at him. “What would

am here.

back of

go to the

I don’t want you to scare everyone with your mascara dripping

her

will be back in a

powder room to touch up, Maximillian

them with a high-pitch tone that made everyone’s brows furrowed and eyes

been there?” asked old

his hands. “Well, not that

well… he must

is Victoria?” Franklin’s

room.” Maximillian tilted his head to the