Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 175

### When Time Tried to Heal Me But I Refused to Listen by Kael Niro Senn
#### Chapter 175: Meet Up

“Absolutely. That’s no trouble at all. I’ll dispatch a driver immediately to pick you and your family up. I’ve already secured accommodations at the finest hotel in town for you. Spend the night there, and tomorrow, I’ll personally escort you and your son to the school. After that, we can delve into everything else.”

Matthew’s voice was smooth, dripping with calculated charm. He was a master at manipulating situations, always targeting a person’s vulnerabilities with precision. As a businessman, he had honed his skills, especially when it came to dealing with men like Michael and women like Michael’s new wife.

Michael hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face before he finally muttered, “Alright.”

As soon as the call ended, Matthew turned to his assistant, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. “Select the most luxurious car from the garage. Go fetch Michael, his wife, and their child. Ensure they are taken to the Silverwave Hotel and that they stay in the presidential suite.”

He relished the thought of Michael’s wife experiencing the lavish lifestyle that wealth afforded, contrasting sharply with their current existence.

“Yes, sir!” the assistant replied, eager to comply.

Meanwhile, in a small fishing village, the sun beat down mercilessly, wrapping everything in a golden haze.

Denton returned from the shore, his body glistening with sweat, the salty tang of seawater clinging to him like a second skin. His shirt hung heavily, soaked through and clinging uncomfortably to his back.

“Go wash up,” his mother said cheerfully, her voice light as a summer breeze. “Someone’s coming to pick us up for Haldoria. We’re going to see the school tomorrow!” She was already dressed in her best attire, her excitement palpable as she had been anticipating this moment all morning.

Denton shrugged off his mother’s enthusiasm, grabbing the hose in the yard and dousing himself with cold water. The icy spray hit his skin like a thousand tiny needles, invigorating yet uncomfortable. He wiped himself dry with an old, faded towel and headed inside to change.

“Dad, who’s coming to get us?” Denton inquired as he stepped out, curiosity lacing his tone. “Is it Tom? Is he bringing seafood to Haldoria again?”

His brow furrowed slightly. His mother seemed overly dressed for what he assumed would be a simple ride.

“No, not Tom,” Michael replied after a brief pause, drawing in a deep breath as if preparing himself for a revelation. “There’s something I’ve never shared with you. I’m from Harborto. You’ve heard of the Lincoln Group from Harborton, right? That’s my father’s company.”

Denton froze, his mind racing. Then, laughter erupted from him, a bright sound that filled the room. “You’re kidding, right? Dad, come on!”

Michael’s wife didn’t exhibit shock; she had sensed something was amiss but not the full truth. Still, her eyes widened, and she gasped theatrically, “You’re serious? If you’re wealthy, then why did you make me and our son live like this?”

Her voice trembled, tears threatening to spill over as she struggled to comprehend the implications of his words.

A faint smile played on Michael’s lips, as if her tears were merely a passing annoyance. “A man learns more from struggle than from comfort. It forges his character.”

Denton blinked, momentarily speechless, grappling with the weight of his father’s statement. “Wait… what did you just say—”

Before he could finish, a deep, rumbling engine growled outside, cutting through the air like a thunderclap. A luxury car, polished to a mirror shine, glimmered in the sunlight as it glided to a stop at their gate. The sound turned every head in the village, drawing neighbors out of their homes and even halting the old fishermen mid-step, their weathered faces etched with surprise.

Denton’s jaw dropped. He wasn’t particularly interested in cars, but even he could recognize that this one was worth a small fortune.

A man clad in a sharply tailored black suit emerged from the vehicle and approached the car door, bowing slightly. “Mr. Lincoln, Mr. Langford sent me to bring you.”

Michael straightened, attempting to project an air of calm confidence despite the flutter of nerves in his stomach. He adjusted his limp slightly, forcing himself to walk toward the car with purpose.

His wife followed closely, her face illuminated by a bright, eager smile, her eyes sparkling with pride and anticipation. Denton stood rooted to the spot, frozen in disbelief as he watched them.

“Come on, sweetheart, get in!” his mother called out, her voice bubbling with joy.

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