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Her father had just turned fifty, but his temples were already slightly tinged with white, and he looked much older than before.
She thought of Olivia Foster’s father, who was the same age as her father, but whose career was flourishing, leading a life of prosperity.
Steve Burton’s father was a few years older than her father, but he had handed over the company to Steve five years ago and retired, enjoying his leisurely days.
And there were Edward Woods, Rusell Henris, Howard Coleman, and Madeleine’s parents, who were either vacationing in Avalon, climbing mountains, or relaxing in the warm Pavale.
Yet her father, who had lived more than half of his life, couldn’t enjoy the comfortable life of old age, and instead had to bear a massive debt.
Ruby Gregory’s heart suddenly felt somewhat distressed.
She knew that Steve Burton treated her harshly, and she knew that being the mistress of the Burton family might be a luxury for her now, but she still nodded her head to her father and said sincerely, “Dad, don’t worry, I’ll definitely marry Steve.”
No matter how humiliated or difficult the road to marrying Steve was, she would grit her teeth and carry on.
She didn’t want her father to lose sleep over his worries, discovered when she went downstairs for a drink of water late at night.
She didn’t want her father, at his age, to have to plead with others for loans.
She didn’t want her mother to be so frugal that she couldn’t bear to buy herself any new luxury goods after so many years.
She wished her family could rise to the top, and she hoped her parents could enjoy their golden years like other people’s parents.
She got up late that morning, and after discussing the Gregory’s company affairs with Maxwell Gregory, Ruby barely made it to Pristine’s Enterprises just in time for work.
Ruby had just put down her bag when the secretary looked up and said in an official tone, “Ruby, did you print the report I asked for yesterday morning?
Mr. Burton is waiting to see it.”
Ruby turned on her computer while picking up the folder on her desk. But when she opened it, there was nothing inside.
Ruby’s brow lightly furrowed. She had printed it and put it in the folder yesterday. How could it be missing now?
Seeing that Ruby had no response yet, the secretary asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I clearly put the report in this folder, but now…”
Before Ruby could finish her explanation, Olivia Foster, who was sitting across from her, sneered and interrupted her, “Ruby, are you going to say you can’t find it now?”
That was indeed the truth, but since Olivia had mentioned it first, it seemed as if Ruby was making excuses for herself..