CHAPTER 125: CHAPTER 125: MEMORY SEGMENT (25)

But Florence Fuller’s current cold demeanor still made her feel a bit uneasy.

However, thinking that she is her biological mother gave her some confidence: "Because you’re a daughter of the Fuller Family, this is what you should do."

"What kind of joke are you playing with me?" Florence Fuller’s words were exceptionally sarcastic: "The one who enjoyed the privileges of the Fuller Family growing up all these years wasn’t me, it was Clara Fuller. She should be the one to pay the price for the Fuller Family, not me."

In her icy demeanor, Florence Fuller completely suppressed Laura Yates. Laura’s face turned pale as she was unable to argue back: "Anyway, you can’t go out today. I’m your mom, can’t I control you? What kid is always running to other people’s homes?"

"But you should see what you’ve been doing in this house. Shouldn’t you be happier if I go out to make room for you and your Clara? What are you pretending to discipline me for now? It’s disgusting."

Her merciless words deeply pierced Laura Yates, and after speaking, she went directly upstairs.

Not wanting to go out, she didn’t want to stay in the living room with Laura Yates either.

Laura Yates’s face turned pale, unable to believe that the words just now had been spoken by Florence Fuller. She slumped on the sofa, unable to come to her senses. It seemed she saw the look in Florence’s eyes as she turned, truly filled with disgust.

While Florence Fuller couldn’t leave, Clara Fuller had already taken a pile of gifts to the Monrose Family early in the morning.

Abigail Monrose was sitting on the sofa staring dazedly at a magazine when Sister Dawson came in from outside: "Madam, there’s a young lady outside saying she’s Miss Fuller’s sister."

Sister? Abigail Monrose came back to her senses, guessing it must be the daughter the Fuller Family previously raised.

"She brought a lot of things, saying she’s here to express gratitude." Sister Dawson said.

"Bring her in for a look."

Sister Dawson nodded.

Abigail Monrose closed the magazine. After a while, Sister Dawson led Clara Fuller inside.

Clara Fuller was wearing a white princess dress today, her long hair flowing, like a pure little white flower. She smiled slightly upon seeing Abigail: "Hello, Teacher Monrose."

Abigail Monrose smiled: "Sit."

Clara Fuller handed the things to Sister Dawson and sat opposite Abigail on the sofa.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Anything is fine." Clara answered politely.

Sister Dawson poured her a glass of juice.

It seemed that only Abigail Monrose and Sister Dawson were in the house, and the man from yesterday wasn’t seen. Disappointment flashed in Clara Fuller’s eyes.

Abigail Monrose picked up a cup of floral tea: "What brings you to see me?"

"Well, it’s like this." She sat elegantly, smiling sweetly at Abigail: "Florence has been staying at your house for more than two years, which has been a disturbance. She does very well in school, but she may not be coming here in the future. I’ve come to express her gratitude."

Abigail Monrose chuckled: "Gratitude? You, here?"

Clara Fuller maintained her composure, but felt a bit apprehensive inside.

She could sense that Abigail Monrose wasn’t as easy to fool as Laura Yates. Although appearing gentle and kind, she could feel the sharp gaze falling on her through just these couple of sentences.

"Dad is seldom home, and mom has to stay with Florence, so they really couldn’t find the time, which is why I came." She explained kindly.

"Anyway, when we initially had Florence come to my house, I personally visited your family. Even if gratitude is to be expressed, no matter how busy your dad is, he should find time to bring Florence over. Having you come alone as a daughter seems quite inappropriate." Abigail Monrose said.

Her indifferent words made Clara Fuller’s face turn pale.

It also subtly pointed out the Fuller Family’s lack of manners.

She smiled: "It’s indeed inappropriate, but I came here today to express preliminary thanks. Later, when my parents have time, they will certainly thank you properly."

Abigail Monrose chuckled, with an ambiguous expression.

Clara Fuller changed the subject: "Speaking of which, I have attended Teacher Monrose’s painting lessons, and I’ve seen your paintings. You’re truly amazing."

Abigail Monrose chuckled lightly: "Is that so? It seems you’re quite familiar with my work."

Clara Fuller, fearing she’d probe deeper, shook her head: "Not much, just a little."

"Then you should know about my new painting that won an award abroad last year. The school even mentioned it at that time." Abigail Monrose said.

Clara Fuller nodded, eyes full of eager admiration: "I know, you’re really remarkable. I also want to become someone like you."

Abigail Monrose smirked, sipping her floral tea.

She hadn’t actually put out a new painting last year; she had just made a piece that the school hung on the display wall, which the school mentioned.

"Teacher Monrose." Clara Fuller hesitantly held her juice cup, then made a major decision: "Can I learn painting from you?"

Abigail Monrose was surprised: "Do you study painting?"

"No, but I’m interested and want to develop it, and having met such a good teacher as you, I don’t want to miss the opportunity."

Abigail Monrose smiled and declined: "Sorry, I don’t take students."

Clara Fuller was still unwilling to give up: "Then if I learn to paint on my own, could I come to you for guidance?"

Intuition told Abigail Monrose that this girl’s intentions weren’t straightforward. Since Florence Fuller was here for over two years, nobody from the Fuller Family had come. Why suddenly appear now, saying they wanted to express gratitude and even want her to teach painting?

Ulterior motives.

"Fine, you can have Florence contact me when the time comes. I can go to the Fuller Family to guide you."

At this answer, Clara Fuller’s expression darkened momentarily, and she responded: "Okay."

"I have other things to attend to, so I won’t keep you any longer." Abigail Monrose stood up: "Is Florence truly unable to come over anymore?"

A cold glint flickered through Clara Fuller’s eyes as she regretfully looked at Abigail: "Teacher Monrose, perhaps you don’t know, but Florence is engaged. Her fiancé is from a municipal official’s family, so my mother feels it’s not very convenient for her to come anymore."

Abigail Monrose indeed figured that she shouldn’t underestimate the person in front of her.

She nodded: "Alright. You should relay to Florence that I’ll miss her."

Clara Fuller nodded, and Abigail Monrose had Sister Dawson escort her out.

Returning empty-handed this time, Clara Fuller was not pleased at all, having not seen that man. On the way back, she wondered if she should coax some words out of Florence Fuller’s mouth.

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Florence Fuller was directly enrolled in university by Michael Fuller’s arrangement. On the first day of class, she met the person Michael Fuller wanted her to get close to.

Initially, she was unaware, but that person sought her out himself. Sitting in one of the last few rows of the classroom, she thought Michael must have shown her photo to the municipal officer’s family. Andrew Somerset, coming over and seeing her in person, found her even more lovely than in the photo, and his eyes instantly lit up.

With an ordinary-looking face, he smiled somewhat foolishly: "You...you must be my wife."

His identity probably wasn’t made public, but the Somerset Family had arranged people to protect this fool. Florence didn’t even lift her eyes: "I’m not."

Andrew Somerset hesitated for a moment: "You are, I’ve seen your photo."

"You’ve got the wrong person." Florence said coldly.

"You are." Andrew Somerset spoke more loudly, outwardly seeming like an average person, but the sudden loudness of his voice made him seem like a stubborn child.