Chapter 1325
Knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
Mr. Newman called out, “Honey, are you ready? Hurry up; we’re going to be late.”
Mrs. Newman abandoned her efforts to punish Camryn once again. After all, the plan for the evening was to sell Camryn. If she punished her daughter too harshly, it would lower her value, as potential buyers would be less inclined to want her.
“We’re ready.”
Mrs. Newman instructed Camryn, “Get out!”
As Camryn reached for her cane, her mother swiftly snatched it from her hands and tossed it aside. “You don’t need a walking stick for the banquet,” Mrs. Newman asserted.
“Just follow me.”
Mrs. Newman was confident that Camryn could keep up as long as she could hear her voice and footsteps.
Camryn fell silent and quietly trailed behind Mrs. Newman out of the room.
Mr. Newman waited impatiently by the door. When he saw the mother and daughter emerge, his eyes brightened. He gazed at his stepdaughter for a moment before declaring, “Camryn is becoming more beautiful. She resembles both you and her father.”
Each time he saw Camryn, it reminded him of his younger brother.
Fortunately, Camryn didn’t entirely take after his brother; otherwise, he wouldn’t want to see her at all.
Mrs. Newman shot a disdainful glance at Camryn and remarked, “My Carrie is more beautiful.”
Then, she stepped forward, took her husband’s arm, and said, “Let’s go. The banquet is about to start.”
“The banquet starts around this time, but there’s no need to rush. The highlight of the evening is when Mr. York arrives. Even if we go now, Mr. York won’t be there yet,” he replied.
Mentioning Zachary reminded Mrs. Newman of Serenity, and a surge of anger began to rise within her.
in her stomach. She turned her head and scolded Camryn, who was slowly making her way down the stairs, “Can’t you move any faster?”
“You’re so slow no matter what you do. How can someone like you earn money and feed yourself?”
Camryn ignored her.
She gripped the handrail and proceeded at her own pace.
Mrs. Newman was furious. No matter how much she scolded Camryn, her niece remained indifferent. It felt like hitting cotton—her frustration only grew.
If she didn’t have to bring this “mole rat” to the banquet tonight, she would have kicked Camryn down the stairs.
“Camryn can’t see, so she has to be cautious on the stairs. What if she slips and injures her face?”
“Come on, don’t be angry.”
Mr. Newman gently chided his wife and turned to Camryn, saying, “Camryn, your mother is just short-tempered. Don’t take it personally. Take your time; we’ll wait for you outside.”
Camryn remained silent.
Mr. Newman was accustomed to his niece’s quiet nature.
Camryn didn’t enjoy speaking at home. What could she say? No one here treated her like a person.
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