All Chapters of My Redemption with Mr. Tycoon: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Oh...” I drawled, barely able to keep the strain out of my tone as I wonder the nerve my mother had to report that to me. It seemed to me that with her favourite daughter back at her side, she has forgotten what she did to me, and Christopher’s warnings as well. “See you soon then!” Mum chirped, oblivious as ever, and hung up without waiting for a response. I stood there, staring at my phone, the brief conversation echoing in my mind. My fingers tightened around the edges of the phone, the familiar bitterness rising up, tainting the sweetness of the day. Tessa noticed my change in mood immediately, her eyes narrowing. “What happened?” I took a shaky breath, glancing between her and Christopher, who was watching me with concern. “Brenda’s back home,” I said quietly. “And they want me to come over early to… celebrate,” I add with a strain in my tone. Tessa’s mouth twisted in annoyance and Christopher’s expression darkened. He took a step closer, his hand resting gently on my

Mum supported Brenda by wrapping one arm around her waist while the other hand held her by the arm. As I took in the scene before me, anger overwhelmed me. Brenda looked so frail, and I wonder the reason she chose not to stay in her bedroom and insisting on coming down for dinner. Maybe she was expecting to see me so she could show me how well she’s being taken care of. I know Brenda like the back of my hand, even if she was dying, she would always find a way to incur pity from others. She was very good at it. Brenda just got out of the hospital after undergoing a serious surgery. If it wasn’t for her insistence, she would have had to spend more time in the hospital. But now that she had forced her way back home, she was not supposed to make vigorous movements when her body wasn’t ready. Mum would never force her to come down for dinner, so that leaves Brenda on the spot for orchestrating all these. I feel very tempted to tell her to her face to stop incurring pity by ma

I met Christopher outside the restaurant and together we walked into the restaurant, holding hands. He confirmed that I was really fine and wasn’t being bothered by my parents as he led me towards our table. “I need to make sure no wrong would come to you under my watch otherwise I won’t be able to forgive myself,” he explained as he pulled out a seat for me. “I understand,” I said, smiling at his kind gesture. “And I appreciate your intentions. Thanks to you, I can breathe after several years mistreatment.” Christopher’s smile warmed me up and after a while of staring at my face, a move I didn’t quite understand, he told me that our breakfast was buffet style and we had to actually serve ourselves. I had to hold back from asking him why we wasted all that time for. Somehow, I think this buffet style is just his way of trying to see more of I like to eat. Christopher can be very intentional, and he deserves his flowers. I mean, he deserves a reward of his kindness. Ch

A subtle frown appeared on Mum’s face at the command Dad had given. “Why is that? Brenda is a part of our family, why do you want her to stay in her room when the Moore family arrives?” “You are always taking things too far. Did I say that Brenda isn’t a part of our family? She is our daughter, of course, I wouldn’t short-change her!” Dad said, looking offended. He was clearly unhappy about Mum’s insinuation. “Our daughter had just returned home after going through a serious surgery and according to her doctor, she is not allowed to be moving about. Stress should be far away from her,” Dad added, staring at Mum squarely. “Tell me, what would you do if she were to faint in front of the Moore family? How will we redeem ourselves?” Dad’s question had Mum sealing her lips and the hard expression on her face, softening. She must have thought that made a lot of sense since getting the More family’s favour was more important. “Brenda has fainted in front of them before. Imagine

“I haven’t visited Emily is years. I want to see her bedroom,” Tessa said, rising to her feet while meeting her Grandfathers gaze with a big smile on her face. A subtle of confusion smeared my face as I tried to understand the situation. I really don’t know what my best friend is up to, but whatever it is, I’m sure it will benefit me. “Of course, you can go,” Mum said immediately, getting Grandpa Moore’s nod of approval. Then she turned her gaze to me. “Emily, go on, take your best friend to see your bedroom. You can as well take a walk outside and talk about girly stuff.” “Good,” Tessa said and then turned to drag me to my feet before shifting her entire attention to Christopher. “Cousin, you are coming along. Let the elders conclude on the rest of the wedding plans.” Without waiting for anyone’s approval, Christopher pretended to have no choice but to honour his cousin’s invitation, and rose to his feet. No one said a word to stop him and just like that, we left the sitti