Chapter 3
Thanks to Tiffany’s outburst, the reunion ended early.
The restaurant was quite a distance from our house–even with clear nighttime roads, the drive took nearly twenty minutes.
Samuel sat in the passenger seat in complete silence the entire way.
I glanced over at him.
His eyes were half–closed, but his brow was deeply furrowed.
This was the expression he only showed when dealing with particularly difficult cases.
I could understand it.
After all, what happened tonight would stir up some feelings in anyone.
When we got home, I went to my study to handle some work.
Samuel didn’t follow me in like he usually did.
I didn’t think much of it.
Until I suddenly heard the sound of glass shattering from the living room.
I walked out to find Samuel standing in front of the wine cabinet, red wine splattered across the floor like a shocking crime scene.
[ frowned: “Are you really that rattled?”
Samuel paused while picking up the glass shards. “What?”
I kept it brief: “Tiffany.”
Samuel said nothing again.
A flash of irritation suddenly rose in me.
He wasn’t the only one with feelings about tonight–Tiffany’s ridiculous parting speech had left me speechless too.
So I said coldly:
‘Samuel, I didn’t want to go from the beginning. You made me come.”
“And you’re the one who directed Tiffany to ask me for help.”
Samuel looked up at me, the red veins in his eyes clearly visible:
“Yeah. But Ava, did you really have to be so harsh with what you said?”
I felt a moment of confusion.
I actually found myself wondering whether his “harsh” referred to my conversation with Tiffany, or to what I was saying to him right
now.
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Samuel rubbed his temples wearily:
“Ava, you’re so smart, and you always see things clearly as an outsider–you could tell right away it was a hopeless situation.”
“But did you think about Tiffany at all? As the person going through it, she’s already suffering enough from her failed marriage.”
“Why did you have to rub salt in her wounds?”
He even looked at me seriously: “Ava, where’s your empathy?”
I was so angry I couldn’t help but laugh.
Fortunately, years of professional training kicked in–my mouth responded faster than my brain:
“Samuel, get this straight. I’m not the one who ruined Tiffany’s marriage.”
“Instead of giving me some meaningless lecture about empathy, why don’t you teach Tiffany how to actually use what’s available to
her?”
“If she had any sense about using her resources a little, she wouldn’t have ended up in this mess.”
“Besides, when it comes to asset protection and legal planning for high end clients, Attorney Carter must know exactly how this works, don’t you?”
“What, didn’t you ever think these tactics might one day be used against your first love?”
Samuel’s expression soured–clearly caught off guard by my sharp words.
He instinctively tried to explain: “Ava, that’s not what I meant…”
I smirked, unable to resist the sarcasm:
“Then what did you mean? You don’t actually think people can still split up fortunes built over generations with just a marriage certificate these days, do you?”
“Or maybe in court, you’d argue with the judge about how much someone’s feelings and youth are worth?”
“Samuel, what exactly are you so upset about?”
Samuel was silent for a long time, then let out a deep sigh.
I watched him carefully wrap up the glass shards in brown paper, then methodically clean up every drop of spilled wine from the floor.
After everything was taken care of, he pulled me into his arms:
“I’m sorry, Ava.”
“I know everything you said was true. I just lost my head for a moment.”
“I just… felt sorry for her.”
“But at the end of the day, these were all her choices. Nothing to do with anyone else.”
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