CHAPTER 583: CHAPTER 583: MEN ARE SUCKERS FOR ABUSE

"Joy? What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

In Willow Young’s memory, although Joy Quinn was beautiful, she wasn’t a sickly beauty.

But today, Joy Quinn didn’t just look listless, her eye sockets were sunken, and her lips were purple, looking as if she were critically ill.

"I’m fine, just didn’t sleep well last night."

Willow Young raised her voice, so Joy Quinn snapped back to focus.

"Is it really just lack of sleep? Your complexion looks really terrible."

"Maybe I’ve been exhausted these last few days preparing for the Meridia Language Contest."

Joy Quinn casually found an excuse, then asked, "What were you saying to me just now?"

"I was telling you about how rich Victor Hawthorne’s family is."

Willow Young repeated what she had said earlier, then asked Joy Quinn:

"You probably didn’t expect that Victor Hawthorne is the young master of one of the four great families in Esteria, did you?"

Joy Quinn’s face looked even worse than before: "..."

Yes, she indeed didn’t expect it.

And the reason she tossed and turned all night was precisely because she discovered this fact.

Everything, everything occupied her mind, filling her with extreme regret.

If she had agreed to Victor Hawthorne earlier, she would now be the future mistress of that villa, and she wouldn’t have ended up being kicked out.

Now Willow was bringing it up again, as if stabbing her wound anew.

Joy Quinn couldn’t take it anymore and made an excuse: "It’s his own business if he’s rich. Alright, I need to go to the library to continue preparing for the upcoming Meridia Language Contest."

She just wanted to find a quiet place to hide, so she wouldn’t have to face news about Victor Hawthorne or think about what she had missed.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing her words, Willow Young began to lament:

"Joy, you clearly can rely on your looks, so why compete with us on competence? Look, Victor Hawthorne has laid out this glorious path in front of you; if you just agree to him, you’ll have money and a future."

"You know he’s the young master of the Hawthorne Family, how could I possibly be worthy of him?"

To dismiss Willow, Joy Quinn couldn’t help but self-deprecate.

"Others might not be worthy of him, but you’re different. You’re so beautiful and smart, and importantly, Victor Hawthorne has feelings for you."

"Willow, you’re overthinking it. I’ve rejected him so many times, how could he possibly still have me in his heart?"

But Joy Quinn was too embarrassed to tell her, she had been kicked out of The Hawthorne Villa yesterday.

Although it wasn’t at Victor Hawthorne’s personal request, his indifference was as good as an endorsement, which said a lot.

"You just don’t understand, do you? Men have a stubborn streak; the more you ignore them, the more they find you different from the other flashy beauties outside."

Like her, Willow Young, who sent Franklin Yates several messages a while back, all of which went unanswered, and he didn’t even come to see her once.

Later, she outright stopped messaging Franklin Yates, and even ignored his calls, and eventually, Franklin Yates just came directly to the school gate to give her flowers.

Willow Young believed that this was a classic case of "If women aren’t a little bad, men won’t love them."

Yet she didn’t know that during those days Franklin Yates was too busy to message her back, he was actually busy accompanying his wife on a business trip out of town.

So she took this as experience to share with Joy Quinn.

"So I think, rejecting Victor Hawthorne so many times can only have made your place in his heart more important than before. If you humbly approach him with kindness, he will be overjoyed to no end, and will surely get back together with you."

Just like the older man Franklin Yates, who, after the flower delivery, was clingy with her for the entire night.