Chapter 1194
“You don’t seem like a blind person when you do all these things, Ms. Newman.”
Camryn placed her cane back in its original position and replied indifferently, “I’ve gotten used to it. I’ve been running this flower shop for years, following the same daily routine. I rely on instinct now.”
After opening the door, Camryn set her cane down and began skillfully rearranging the potted plants that were cluttering the entrance.
“What flowers are you looking to buy today, Mr. York?” she asked Callum while she worked. “Feel free to take your time and browse.”
Noticing her effort in moving several flowerpots, Callum decided to join in rather than just watch. He helped by relocating all the potted plants that needed to be positioned at the entrance of the flower shop.
Each flowerpot had the name of the flower displayed, not on paper, but carved into wooden signs. This allowed Camryn to identify the flowers her customers were interested in by feeling the engravings on the signs.
“Running a business with impaired vision must be quite challenging,” Callum remarked.
“I have to manage it, even if it’s difficult. I need to survive,” she replied, her tone consistently calm and indifferent.
Callum observed her closely. Though her features were intricate, her face appeared somewhat small, especially with the large sunglasses she wore that accentuated this impression.
Born into an affluent family, her life seemed surprisingly ordinary. She indicated that she wouldn’t be able to survive without her business.
Did the Newman family not provide her with any living expenses?
“Is Mrs. Newman your biological mother?” Callum couldn’t help but inquire.
After a brief pause, she responded, “I’d
“Rather, she isn’t my biological mother. Unfortunately, she is.”
“Why does she treat you so poorly, despite being your biological mother?”
The eldest daughter of the Newman family was like an invisible presence, barely acknowledged, even less than the household servants. This was a well-known fact in their neighborhood.
Callum often heard about Camryn’s lack of favoritism without even having to inquire.
Camryn walked over to a table that held an electric kettle and a teapot.
She took the kettle into the pantry, filled it with water, and began to boil it.
“Ms. Newman, you don’t need to make me tea. I don’t like drinking it,” Callum remarked, noticing her intentions.
She continued her task, washing the teapot in the pantry before returning it to its place. “We occasionally prepare tea for our regulars. When my employees arrive, they’ll handle the tea-making,” she explained calmly.
Camryn had the instinct to prepare tea, but she often added too much water, resulting in spills. Thus, she preferred to wait for her employees to make it unless absolutely necessary.
“You might find this hard to believe, Mr. York, since you come from a happy family. But not all parents love their children equally. Some do, yet there’s often at least one child who feels unloved.”
It wasn’t that her mother favored boys over girls; it was simply that Carrie was her mother’s favorite—her cherished child. Her younger brother received even less affection than Carrie, perhaps because he treated Camryn well.
Whenever he was home, Camryn’s younger brother would protect her and often get into arguments with their mother and Carrie on her behalf.
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