Naomi knew this was unavoidable. Fortunately, the nap she'd taken had left her feeling refreshed and ready.
After freshening up, she went downstairs and asked the maid to make her a simple bowl of noodles.
Mr. and Mrs. Gonzalez had been wearing stern expressions, but their faces softened with a complex mix of emotions when they heard Naomi hadn't eaten yet.
Mr. Gonzalez recalled that Lennon had brought her food earlier, which she hadn't had a chance to eat.
What did that say about them? That an outsider like Lennon cared more for Naomi than her own parents did?
The thought stung him, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Why didn't you eat when you got home?"
Naomi’s expression was neutral, showing no trace of her earlier outburst. "I forgot. I was too tired, so I just went straight to sleep."
Mr. and Mrs. Gonzalez exchanged a glance.
They had expected their daughter to return home and demand to know why they hadn't stood up for her at the hospital.
Or perhaps throw a tantrum and start a huge fight.
They hadn't anticipated this calm demeanor.
She was so calm it was as if she had seen through everything and had simply accepted it.
To be honest, any parent would be pleased to see their child grow up and become more mature.
But this situation had nothing to do with growth.
It was a blatant case of two families forcing their children together for the sake of a business alliance.


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