Free Web NovelChapter 1209: Chapter 1029: Who Hasn’t Changed a Bit
Noah Yates knitted his brows together.
In the Yates Clan, he was the one who held the power and knew exactly how to treat his employees appropriately. In this family, he was the head, and he knew how to manage the staff. But in front of his own daughter, feeling guilty, he didn’t know what to do.
He frowned, paused for a moment, and had to throw out a bait: "If you’re willing to eat your meal obediently, I’ll let you see that brat with the last name Xi. Aren’t you eager to see him?"
Scarlett Yates’s eyes flickered for a moment, and she didn’t mention refusing to eat this time.
Noah Yates knitted his brows even tighter. Although he was upset, he still tried to speak in a gentle tone: "Once you finish eating, you can go see him. I keep my word."
Scarlett remained silent, stood for a while, then dragged her chair and sat down slowly.
"Nanny Chapman, bring a new set of cutlery." Noah Yates tapped the table, calling in Nanny Chapman who had been standing outside the dining room.
Nanny Chapman had heard the commotion inside but without Noah’s orders, no one dared to go in. Now, upon his command, she immediately called a young maid, one to fetch the cutlery and another to clean up the broken porcelain on the floor, even changing the carpet.
When the cutlery was brought, Noah Yates placed a piece of braised pork, which Scarlett used to love, into her bowl, and said gently, "I remember this was your favorite. Eat a few more pieces."
Scarlett, giving him a bit of face, didn’t remove it from her bowl, but after finishing, she looked up at Noah and said, "Dad, I don’t like braised pork anymore; it’s too greasy."
Noah, seeing her eat obediently, felt a bit pleased and was about to place another piece into her bowl when her words made his expression slightly awkward: "Weren’t you really fond of braised pork before? At home, every week you had to have it once, and you alone would eat half a bowl."
Scarlett replied without expression, "Dad, you know that was before, more than ten years have passed, and who hasn’t changed a bit? Even feelings can change, let alone other things."
Her words contained deeper meaning, making Noah’s expression become even more unnatural.
"What do you like to eat now, I’ll tell the kitchen to make it for you immediately."
Scarlett shook her head: "Eating also depends on mood."
Noah fell silent again, gripping his chopsticks tightly, a hint of anger in his eyes, yet restrained: "Then we can wait until you feel better."
Scarlett looked at him, smiled slightly, the corners of her lips curling up, revealing a trace of an aching smile: "Feel better? Do you think that after knowing my own father abandoned me for so many years without a word, I can really feel better?"
"Dad, do you know how sad and painful I was when I thought you and Mom had left me forever?"
"During this time, even if you had come to see me once, told me your reasons, I could have understood, at least I wouldn’t have felt so hopeless."
"But you didn’t even come once, you left me all alone because of your reasons, silently disappearing for more than ten years."
As she spoke, Scarlett couldn’t hold back the tears she’d suppressed for so long, finally letting them flow. Who could understand the years of grievances, pain, and boundless loneliness?
