Chapter 4: Had Enough of This Family

But Wilmot looked at them, stretched out his hand, then pulled it back, his eyes darting around nervously.

Claire's heart slowly turned cold. If even her father couldn't protect them, how much longer could they stay in this house?

For so many years, her father had always been this cowardly. Every time her mother was beaten and scolded by her grandmother, her father either stood helplessly by or knelt down to apologize afterward, but nothing ever changed.

Enough! Truly enough!

This family was utterly despairing.

Wilmot didn't dare say a word for his wife and daughter. He could only dryly plead with Pansy, "Mom, if you hurt her, who will cook dinner tonight?"

Pansy shouted, "I'm not dead yet, I can still cook! Let them get out, far away!" With that, she hobbled into the kitchen and actually started cooking.

From that moment on, Claire decided she would take her mother away and never come back!

Claire turned around, ready to pull her mother out of this soul-crushing home, but saw her mother staggering up from the floor and rushing into the kitchen to grab the knife from her grandmother's hand. "Mom, I've been cooking all these years. As long as I'm home, how can I let you do it?"

Pansy saw her mother take the knife and lifted her foot to kick her, but Darlene hugged her leg, pleading, "Mom, for all the hard work I've done for the Robson family over the years, please spare us this time! Claire knows she was wrong, we won't do such things again!"

"You're getting old, how can we let you do such hard work?" Darlene kept begging, "The chores in the countryside are heavy, your body can't take it!"

Pansy chopped at the cabbage for a long time but couldn't cut through it. She finally glanced at her daughter-in-law and said, "Alright, alright, you hurry up and cook. Later, go kneel before the ancestors' tablets for two days and nights!"

Claire looked at the two people in the kitchen and the other person silently smoking on a chair. She felt she couldn't stay any longer.

She got up, grabbed the luggage she had just brought back without even opening it, and once again set off on her way back.

She still needed to continue working. She had to earn money so that when she had enough, she could take her mother away.

Sitting in the car back to the city, tears uncontrollably streamed down her face again.

A message suddenly popped up on her phone: "Claire, what's been going on with you these past two days? Why aren't you answering my calls? I'm doing well abroad. Call me back when you see this message. Love, Samuel."

Claire clutched her phone tightly, feeling a sharp pain in her chest.

But breaking up was so hard to say.

Two years. Two whole years of relationship. How could it be let go just like that? Feelings aren't like balloons that can be pricked and forgotten as if they never existed.

Claire could only ostrich herself into a small corner, passively rejecting Samuel's calls again and again.

To avoid losing too much bonus money, Claire rested for just one day. Once her injuries were somewhat healed, she went back to work and continued her mundane tasks.

Every morning, she was responsible for ordering milk, coffee, and juice for all the colleagues in the logistics department office and delivering newspapers to each person's desk.

Some people even dumped work that wasn't hers onto her. Claire would accept it all and work overtime to finish it.

She was just an ordinary girl with a touch of humility.

Without a prestigious university background or overseas study experience, she was already very content to work for this transcontinental super conglomerate.

Time passed quickly.

The busy days made her feel as if that night a month ago—the man and all those painful things—were just a nightmare.

As usual, Claire delivered the morning coffee and juice to each colleague's desk and placed the files she had worked on overnight on their desks.

At this time, colleagues began to enter the office one by one.

"Morning!" Claire greeted them respectfully, but no one responded.

Claire awkwardly withdrew her hand and prepared to return to her seat to continue working.

At that moment, the head of the logistics department suddenly rushed in and called out, "The president has suddenly called a board meeting. Everyone needs to help out. Claire, you too!"

Claire was stunned but followed along.

Her colleagues habitually stuffed all their documents into Claire's arms before leaving together with laughter and chatter.

They were used to it by now. As long as Claire was around, they acted as if they had no hands. No matter what task it was, they would hand it over to Claire and only needed to check the results afterward.

Fortunately, Claire didn't mind. Struggling with a large pile of documents almost taller than herself, she followed behind them.

She juggled the towering stack of files while squeezing into the elevator with everyone else, constantly apologizing to those around her.

When the elevator doors opened, Claire stumbled after them towards the large conference room.

At that moment, someone shouted, "The CEO is here!"