Becky's POV“I don't understand what you're saying, Father. Can you explain better?” I asked as I arranged myself properly on my seat with a funny look on my face. Father was sitting next to me, while my gardener sat opposite us with a glass of wine in front of him. They were both having a drink when I stepped in, only for Father to ask me to join them. I refused, but he insisted, and I wished I had not sat with them. “Becky, he may not be so rich, but trust me, he is a good and honest man” I paused as I looked at the good and honest man in front of me, then chuckled before I clapped my hands together in amusement. Was Father serious right now?“Father, take a look at me” I stood up and moved to the side, “I mean, look at me properly from my head to my toes, do I look like someone who's born to marry a poor gardener?” I didn't wait for Father's reply when I turned to the man, my fucking gardener,“You're not afraid, huh?” I asked him, boiling in anger already. This is a shame to my
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