Moving On from a Cheater のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 381 - チャプター 390

Brad was right, Fiora knew that now. Yet her personality made it difficult for her to apologize and admit her mistakes. When Brad tried to take a sip of water, she snatched the glass from him.Brad looked at her, speechless. Fiora lifted her chin defiantly. "Whether he cares about me or not is none of your business."Brad wanted to ask her if her head had been kicked by a donkey. Instead, he said, "Alright, think what you want. I'm not your brother; I'm not gonna worry about you."Unintentionally, his words elicited a silent reaction from Iris, who lowered her gaze."My brother is overseas dealing with his heartbreak; he doesn't have time to worry about me," Fiora lamented. "I wonder if all the luck in our family has gone to the financial side. Is that why we're so unlucky in everything else? Half a year ago, my brother announced that he had a girlfriend. My mom had even met her and apparently really liked her, but then it all fell apart. My love life is rocky, and my brother's is

Brad arrived at Iris' house precisely at ten past seven. Holding the lunchbox, he rang the doorbell. Iris had just woken up, still in her pajamas, and wondered who could possibly be at the door this early. Sometimes, if she weren't driving, Brad would pick her up at around ten to eight. He wouldn't come this early.When she opened the door, she found him dressed in smart casual attire — a suit jacket, trousers, and white sneakers. In the past, he would wear cool attires like casual pants with a hoodie or a leather jacket, but after accompanying Iris to court on formal occasions, he had adapted his wardrobe considerably. Although he still felt uncomfortable in formal wear, he looked much more mature than before."You're here so early?" Iris asked, surprised."When you're busy, you never eat properly," Brad replied, entering without hesitation. He knew the passcode to her house anyway, so he made himself at home. He walked directly to the dining table. "Go freshen up and change yo

Cassie failed to understand her husband's intentions and remarked, "It's not easy for our daughter to earn money. Do we really need to go on vacation? Since when are you so extravagant?""I..."Before Dennis could explain, Iris set down her cutlery and addressed her mother earnestly. "Mom, I'm happy to spend money on you. Your happiness is what matters to me. If I earn money but don't use it, what's the point? Since Dad wants to go, you should go with him. You both have worked hard all your lives; it's time to enjoy yourselves. Don't worry about money; I'm doing well."She retrieved a bank card from her bag. "There's $150,000 in here."Cassie's eyes widened. "So much?"Iris continued, "I'm an official lawyer now and can earn commissions from cases. You both should spend some money and enjoy yourselves. Don't hold back."Cassie took the card, but didn't put it in her pocket. Despite her love for money, Cassie was reluctant to spend the money that her daughter earned. She returned

The unreserved praise from Luka left Iris feeling embarrassed. She modestly replied, "I got lucky.""Your character and hard work have earned you a good reputation in the industry," he said, patting her shoulder. "Keep up the good work, and if you need anything, just let me know.""Thank you, Uncle Luka," Iris replied, genuinely grateful."I'm so happy to see your accomplishments," he continued, then glanced at his daughter. "If only Yvonne is like you...""Dad, stop. Don't drag me into this," Yvonne interjected, shrinking away. She hated it when her family compared her to other people. She knew she was the black sheep of the family who didn't inherit the family career, but there was no need to keep repeating it. She had grown tired of hearing about it.Although her job in the financial industry had nothing to do with the legal field, she was doing well. Why must he belittle her?Her father's sigh echoed disappointment. "I've been too lenient with you; look how spoiled you are."

"What little follower?" Professor Sandler asked with curiosity.Iris adjusted the blanket around him. "An intern at the firm that I'm mentoring.""Oh," Professor Sandler remarked. He believed Iris wouldn't fool around with men. He glared at his granddaughter and said, "Iris isn't like you."Yvonne playfully pounced onto the bed, wrapping her arms around him. "Grandpa, am I your granddaughter or is Iris your granddaughter? Your favoritism is ridiculous!"Professor Sandler tapped Yvonne's forehead lightly. "If I hadn't spoiled you, would you have been living such a carefree life, huh?"Yvonne acknowledged the truth in his words. She knew her grandfather had been lenient with her.Holding onto her grandfather, she said, "Then you must keep loving me and spoiling me and stay by my side forever."A hint of melancholy crossed Professor Sandler's face, accentuated by the wrinkles that time had etched. "What nonsense are you saying? I'll have to go sooner or later...""Don't say that,"