Chapter 1267 I Decide to Resign
"Mom, that's not what I meant. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" Daryl felt frustrated. The loving mother he knew seemed to vanish whenever Cecilia was involved; it felt like he couldn't say anything right.
"I think that's exactly what you meant," Azalea continued to nag.
At this point, Isaac spoke up. "Azalea, give it a rest. Cecilia needs time to think about her job situation. She can't just leave without finding a suitable replacement. Don't rush her."
Azalea finally fell silent after Isaac's words.
Cecilia looked up at Isaac. His message was clear: even though he wasn't as pushy as Azalea, he still expected Cecilia to quit her job. There was no room for negotiation.
That night, Cecilia sat on the edge of the bed in her pajamas, her face clouded with worry.
She loved Daryl and wanted to be with him forever, but she didn't want to give up her career to become a housewife.
Daryl's parents were adamant, and it seemed unlikely she could change their minds.
When Daryl walked in, he saw Cecilia sitting on the bed, looking troubled.
"Still worried about quitting your job?" Daryl walked over and held Cecilia's shoulders.
Cecilia frowned. "Daryl, I don't want to quit, but your parents seem very determined."
Seeing Cecilia so distressed, Daryl's eyes filled with concern. "Don't worry, I'll talk to them again tomorrow."
"I doubt they'll change their minds," Cecilia said, not holding out much hope. She didn't want Daryl to clash with his parents over this.
"Maybe, but we can stall for now. Dad said you need time to transition out of your job. Maybe they'll change their minds after a while," Daryl suggested.
Cecilia nodded reluctantly. It seemed like the only option for now.
That night, Cecilia slept fitfully.
The next day, Cecilia and Daryl went to work as usual.
A week later, at the Fields family dinner table, Azalea brought up the topic again.
"Cecilia, have you quit your job yet? I'm sure the magazine can find someone else to replace you. They don't need you specifically," Azalea said firmly.
Cecilia looked up at Azalea but couldn't find the words to respond.
Thankfully, Daryl spoke up for her. "Mom, Cecilia is the editor of a column. Her work is continuous, and she handles many interviews and articles. She can't just leave without ensuring everything is properly handed over."
Azalea didn't insist this time. "Our family values commitment. Fine, you have one more week. Half a month should be enough."
She then focused on her meal, making it clear that Cecilia had to quit by next week.
Cecilia ate her food, but it tasted like sawdust.
Daryl watched her, his brow furrowed.
A few days later, Cecilia had just finished her shower and noticed Daryl wasn't in the room. She walked out to find him, only to hear a heated argument downstairs.
Cecilia frowned and moved to the staircase, listening closely. It was Daryl and Azalea.
"Mom, why are you so insistent on Cecilia quitting? She's an educated, independent woman, not someone from the old days. Her job is respectable. Why can't she work?" Daryl's voice was agitated.
Azalea's voice was equally intense, almost hysterical. "Daryl, you used to be so obedient. Ever since you decided to marry her, you've been defying me. We didn't agree to this mismatched marriage, but you insisted, so we reluctantly accepted. Now that she's part of our family, she must follow our rules. She has to quit. No discussion!"
"Those rules are your creation," Daryl retorted.
Azalea exploded, throwing a teacup to the floor.
The teacup shattered into pieces.
"How dare you!" Azalea clutched her chest.
Seeing his mother in pain, Daryl rushed to her side. "Mom, are you okay?"
"Get me my heart medication!" Azalea's voice was weak.
"Okay." Daryl quickly fetched the medicine, and Azalea's color improved after taking it.
"You've grown up and don't listen to me anymore," Azalea sighed.
Daryl choked up. "Mom, why would you say that? I respect and love you. It hurts to hear you say that."
Azalea's eyes filled with tears, and Daryl hugged her.
Cecilia stood at the staircase, her brow furrowed.
Much later, Cecilia lay in bed, hearing the door open softly.
The room was dimly lit by a wall lamp. Cecilia wasn't asleep but didn't move, unsure how to face Daryl.
Daryl, thinking she was asleep, quietly went to the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Daryl returned and lay down beside Cecilia.
The wall lamp went out.
Cecilia heard Daryl tossing and turning, feeling uneasy herself, unable to sleep.
The next morning, Daryl came out of the bathroom, and Cecilia approached him, helping him with his tie. "You didn't sleep well last night?"
Daryl hesitated. "Maybe I went to bed too late. What about you? You have dark circles. Didn't you sleep early?"
Daryl examined Cecilia closely.
Cecilia quickly looked down. "Yes, I slept early but woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep."
Daryl didn't respond.
For a moment, they both kept their thoughts to themselves.
After finishing the tie, Cecilia suddenly looked up, determined. "Daryl, I've decided. I'll submit my resignation today."
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