CHAPTER 147: CHAPTER 147: MEMORIES (47)

This issue seems to have escalated quite a bit, the school contacted Michael Fuller about it.

When he came to the school and learned the whole story, Michael Fuller felt quite embarrassed. Cloudsea City University is such a prominent university in the country and certainly has many wealthy students. This matter would definitely spread outside.

His pride, at that time, would be hard to maintain.

When he got home, he threw a big tantrum, and Clara Fuller huddled in Laura Yates’ arms, crying.

Laura Yates comforted Clara Fuller, "Let me call Florence and have her come back, and then we can announce her identity, so it won’t impact the Fuller Family."

Michael Fuller snorted coldly, glaring at Clara Fuller, "You’re supposed to just focus on school, but you keep causing these ridiculous problems, don’t you have anything better to do?"

Clara Fuller, choking back tears, said, "I’m sorry, Dad."

Michael Fuller took his coat and left.

Laura Yates wanted to contact Florence Fuller, but couldn’t get through, the phone wasn’t being answered, so out of options, she went to the Monrose Family.

She thought Florence Fuller might be at the Monrose Family.

Abigail Monrose merely smiled calmly at her words, "Florence has been living outside since the start of school, not with me."

Laura Yates was left speechless; the Fuller Family had cut off Florence Fuller’s allowance, she thought with no source of income Florence Fuller might be with the Monrose Family since they treated her well.

But she’s not here.

"Do you know where she’s staying outside?" She didn’t have the nerve to say Florence Fuller wasn’t answering her calls and could only ask.

"Even Florence hasn’t told me, you’ll have to call her and ask yourself."

Abigail Monrose could more or less guess some of it, Florence Fuller’s situation at school had been relayed to her, she just hadn’t expected that Michael Fuller was already aware of the issue. Now, she presumed he would aim to maintain his image externally and think of a way to handle the situation.

Not getting through to Florence Fuller, Laura Yates came to her, but she couldn’t understand Laura Yates, even though as a mother, she should have feelings for a daughter she raised for so long, but now her biological daughter, finally back, doesn’t get the attention or love she should. It’s puzzling how she managed to ignore her own child while the Fuller Family cut off her means of living. Had she never considered Florence Fuller’s situation?

Laura Yates was now fretful, like an ant on a hot pan; Michael Fuller had tasked her with resolving this issue, and if she couldn’t, she’d be in big trouble.

However, Clara Fuller recently didn’t want to attend school, feeling humiliated and unwilling to approach Florence Fuller, leaving her with no solution.

"Mrs. Monrose, can you help me contact Florence?" Laura Yates asked.

On one hand, she hoped Abigail Monrose could reach Florence; on the other hand, she didn’t.

Her own biological daughter was not close to her, but was close to someone else.

What sense did that make?

Abigail Monrose thought for a while, then called Florence Fuller from her own phone.

The call was picked up quickly, "Aunt Monrose, what’s up?"

Laura Yates’ expression changed, realizing she was exposed, she quickly maintained her composure.

"Florence, where are you now?"

Abigail Monrose could vaguely hear Ethan Harper and some other unfamiliar voices in her background.

"Ethan took me to visit some big companies today for work," Florence Fuller replied, "What is it, Aunt Monrose? Anything you need?"

Abigail Monrose glanced at Laura Yates in front of her, "Your mother is here."

"Huh?"

"Why don’t you talk to her?" Abigail Monrose handed the phone to Laura Yates.

Laura Yates took it, speaking softly, "Florence."

There was the sound of movement from Florence Fuller, "If you’re here to get on my case about Clara’s issue, I’d appreciate it if you looked into the matter first."

"How could you think that way about your mother?" Laura Yates smiled at Abigail Monrose and walked a bit further away with the phone, "I’m just calling to invite you home for a meal."

"A meal?" Florence Fuller’s voice was very surprised, "Oh, so after all this time, you’ve finally thought of inviting me home for a meal."

Laura Yates felt somewhat ashamed at her words, "Your father has calmed down too, come home tonight. It must be tough for you outside, your father will surely give you some money, to make it up to you."

Florence Fuller chuckled, "Alright then."

Laura Yates sighed in relief, thinking of something more to say, but the call had already ended.

Florence Fuller looked at the phone she just hung up, a faint triumphant smile in her eyes, and Ethan Harper came over to ask, "What was it? What did my mom say to you?"

"It’s the Fuller Family," Florence Fuller curled her lips, "I have to go back."

Ethan Harper looked at her, "Your father knows about the incident at school."

"Of course, thanks to the teacher contacting my dear father," a sharp light flashed in Florence Fuller’s eyes.

She’s not a simple Fuller; she’s going to wring what she can from her father.

In the evening, just as Michael Fuller entered through the front door, Florence Fuller also arrived.

It’s been nearly a year since she last stepped inside this house, and it felt foreign to her.

"Dad, Mom," she greeted them.

Michael Fuller thought that with so much time having passed, Florence Fuller might not have been doing that well, yet contrary to that, this daughter was radiantly beautiful, with a gentle and elegant demeanor, more stunning than he expected.

"Let’s eat," he said with a stern face, quite curious about Florence Fuller’s current state.

"How has life been during this time?"

"Just usual," Florence Fuller replied.

"How are you managing to support yourself?"

"Through part-time jobs," Florence Fuller said, looking at Clara Fuller, "Unlike Clara who has lived without worry, you cut me off financially but I still have to live, though I can’t understand how even now, she still despises me."

Clara Fuller kept her head down.

Thomas Tennyson had spilled everything she said online, pinpointing her as the mastermind behind the situation, leaving her unable to fabricate any more lies. Yet, still, she couldn’t fathom how Michael Fuller found out about this at school.

"This issue was Clara’s fault," Michael Fuller stated, "Since the Somerset Family issue is over, and you’ve learned your lesson, you might as well come back."

Speaking with a tone of condescending benevolence.

He had to humble himself and act small to appease the Somerset Family during that time, but without them, he could arrange another for Florence Fuller; this sacrificial piece was not to be easily abandoned.

Florence Fuller picked at the rice in her bowl and responded with a muted mm.

A servant came into the dining room holding a large gift box, "Madam, the custom birthday dress for Miss has arrived."

Florence Fuller raised an eyebrow, glancing at Laura Yates.

The dining room fell silent.

"Oh, so it’s a birthday then," Florence Fuller chuckled softly, "That’s nice."

Speaking of birthdays, in the past three years, Florence Fuller had never celebrated one with the Fuller Family.

Michael Fuller had intended this, "For Clara’s birthday, you should attend with her, and I can announce your identity then."

Upon hearing this, Clara Fuller instinctively objected, "Dad, that is supposed to be my coming of age birthday."

Michael Fuller glared at her.

Clara Fuller fell silent.