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Now that Miguel understood the truth about the job, hearing Liam’s words made him want to slap him across the face.
How can he be so cold–hearted, so detached, when it comes to his own sister?
He offered her a job cleaning toilets!
But then, Miguel realized he had just told Caroline the same thing.
She must have felt utterly humiliated by that.
Miguel tried to calm the rising anger inside him as he asked, “So, is the job cleaning toilets?”
Liam, already anticipating Caroline would bring up the topic, immediately became defensive.
“What’s the big deal about cleaning toilets?” he retorted sharply. “The pay’s the same as the regular staff, and it’s easier! It’s actually a pretty good job. Some people just don’t even appreciate it!”
He deliberately raised his voice, clearly hoping Caroline could hear him from the other room.
Sure enough, Caroline, who was in the middle of sorting her clothes, overheard him.
But she didn’t react, her face remaining blank and unaffected by his words.
She grabbed a fresh set of clothes and walked to the bathroom to take a shower, completely uninterested in the conversation happening in the living room.
No matter what they said, she didn’t care.
After her shower, she went to bed early, the noise of the world fading away as sleep took over.
The days that followed were all too familiar: Caroline left the house early and came home late, never staying for dinner.
That is, until Saturday.
Since Sherwood Group didn’t require weekend work, she didn’t have to deliver food.
She had turned off her alarm the night before, planning to wake up on her own.
But early that morning, the sound of raised voices from the living room startled her awake.
Rubbing her eyes, she strained to hear what was going on outside her room.
The door blocked most of the noise, but she could catch bits and pieces.
It sounded like Liam was upset about something.
Caroline, uninterested, pulled the blankets over her head, trying to ignore it.
Well, I can’t sleep anyway.
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Chapter 64 Nobody’s Placing Orders
After brushing her teeth and freshening up, she walked into the living room.
The sound of muffled sobs and sniffles reached her ears
Caroline couldn’t help but let out a quiet, cynical laugh
I’ve so caught up with my work lately that I haven’t paid attention to Helen. What is she crying about now?
“Uncle Liam, nobody’s placing orders because it’s off–season. How can you blame me?”
I’ve been so busy that I almost forgot about that.
If things were the same with what happened in my past life, the factory should be facing some kind of crisis by now.
It’s obvious she’s just making excuses. I can’t believe I trusted her!
Fashion is entering its off–season. Besides, the factory is barely bigger than a private workshop and hardly known; we’re certainly not putting any effort into marketing either. Who would ever hear of us?
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