Chapter 67
“Equally, you say? Then why don’t you take a look at their rooms? Check out what kind of room Callie sleeps in compared to Lisette’s. And while you’re at it, maybe you should recall how each of their birthdays were celebrated.
Oh, and perhaps you should consider how much pocket money you give Lisette versus how much Callie has ever received. Did you pay for her tuition? Do you even know which school she graduated from?”
Silas’s tone was as icy as a winter’s chill, laced with a simmering anger.
Even though he wore his emotions like a well–fitted suit, Monty could sense Silas was furious.
“Lisette’s younger… shouldn’t Callie just let her have her way?
Besides, Callie’s always been the odd one, never expressing when she’s upset about something. How am I supposed to know everything?”
Silas didn’t reply immediately.
After a moment of silence, he said, “Fagan, show Mr. Jewell out.”
“But Mr. Myers, you haven’t told me how we’re handling the sign issue!” Monty furrowed his brows.
“The sign? I’ll have it pulled. But make sure your foster daughter doesn’t set foot in my company again. If Callie doesn’t like someone, I don’t either.”
After that, Monty was ushered out of the car.
As the vehicle sped away, Monty rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
This Callie, now that she’d got Silas backing her, couldn’t wait to run to him with complaints!
Yet, Silas seemed rather protective of Callie. Maybe it was time to mend fences with her. If Jewell Group could partner with Baker Group, the future would be worry–free.
As Monty returned home, Silas’s words “take a look at their rooms” echoed in his mind. He then found himself standing at the door to Lisette’s room.
“Dad, something up?” Lisette looked up from her book, her door ajar, a warm smile on her face. Monty glanced around without replying.
Lisette’s room was the largest in the house, with the best view and a huge balcony. Every fitting and fixture in her room was top–of–the–line.
He remembered when Callie first came to live with them, she stayed in this very room. But then, how did it become Lisette’s?
It was after Lisette moved in. One day, she was caught staring at Callie’s room. She never outright said she wanted it, and just stood there watching.
Later on, they realized she fancied the bigger room. They talked to Callie, who was understanding, and she gave up the room to Lisette without a fuss. Thus she ended up in a much smaller room.
It never seemed like an issue until now, but looking back, Callie really got the short end of the stick. She was about the same age as Lisette, yet she spent all those years in the tiniest room.
“Dad?” Lisette called again.
“Oh, right. Just wanted to let you know, I spoke with Mr. Myers. He’s pulling the sign.”
Monty glanced at Lisette. “Lisette, you don’t have any thoughts on Mr. Myers, do you?”
Lisette’s expression shifted immediately. “Did Mr. Myers say something?”
“Nothing really,” Monty shook his head. “But Mr. Myers is your brother–in–law. Best to steer clear of any dramą
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with him.”
Monty turned and walked away. He found himself wandering to the room Calliope used to occupy.
Callie’s room was tucked away in the far corner of the house, small and lacking a walk–in closet or even a private bathroom. She must have been quite uncomfortable all these years.
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