Chapter 408 Ridicule
Sarah was fuming about her new relationship, but Elizabeth seemed unfazed.
Sarah needed to vent, to let go of the past and embrace a new future.
Elizabeth was her best friend. How could she not want Sarah to be happy?
She just wasn't sure if Sarah's new boyfriend genuinely liked her or if he was just a distraction from David.
Sarah stormed out of Elizabeth's house, jumped in her car, and sped home.
Wren saw her looking upset and asked, "Sarah, why are you back so soon? Did you and Elizabeth finalize the menu?"
Sarah's lips quivered, and she threw herself into Wren's arms, sobbing, "Mom!"
Wren was taken aback. Even during the toughest times—first a miscarriage, then a divorce—Sarah had only shed silent tears, always appearing calm and composed.
Wren had thought Sarah's personality had changed after such significant events.
It seemed now that she had buried all her grievances deep inside.
Wren held Sarah, gently patting her back, just like she did when Sarah was a child, soothing her tenderly.
"Sweetheart, tell me what's wrong. Speak up, and I'll help you!"
Hearing this, Sarah felt like she was back in her childhood.
Whenever she was bullied, she would run home, crying into Wren's arms. Her mom would comfort her gently, and her dad would go and teach the bully a lesson.
She sobbed, "I had a fight with Elizabeth. I told her about my new boyfriend, and she brought up David. I got mad at her. She probably won't talk to me anymore."
Wren was relieved; it wasn't anything serious.
"Sarah, if you want to cry, just cry it out. When you're tired, take a nap. Don't worry, no matter what happens, no matter who you fight with, your dad and I will always be on your side. We will never abandon you."
Sarah cried for a while and gradually calmed down. She looked at Wren with tearful eyes, "Mom, do you think Elizabeth is mad at me? Should I try to make up with her?"
Wren looked at her lovingly, "Sarah, in any relationship, whether with a friend or a partner, the most important thing is that you feel happy, comfortable, and free to be yourself. If you feel like you have to compromise yourself for the other person to like and accept you, then that so-called friendship isn't worth keeping."
Sarah bowed her head, quietly contemplating.
Wren gently wiped her tears with a handkerchief, "Do you think Elizabeth is worth your genuine effort? Do you think it's necessary to save this friendship?"
Sarah whispered, "Since I met Elizabeth, I've always been happy. She always considers my feelings. I don't know what's wrong with her this time."
Wren smiled, "If you think it's worth it, then you can try to make up with Elizabeth. I also think Elizabeth values you. If she was just trying to brush you off, she wouldn't have brought up David."
Sarah fretted, "What should I do, Mom? I've already upset Elizabeth."
Wren helped her tidy her hair, "Sarah, when you don't know what to do, just follow your heart. It won't lead you wrong."
Sarah looked up, her eyes bright, "Mom, I know what to do."
At the Taylor Villa in Atheria.
Samuel had been discharged from the hospital and was recuperating at home.
Margaret was also discharged, but she didn't want to return to the Taylor family. Instead, she went back to her apartment in Aurora Bay.
Though it wasn't luxurious and lacked the many servants and bodyguards, Margaret felt comfortable living there.
She couldn't shake off Samuel's mocking words before he was discharged from the hospital.
"Margaret, I used to think you had both beauty and brains, that you could marry into a prestigious family and help the Taylor family's business. But now, with your wretched appearance, even a beggar on the street would find you repulsive."
Margaret didn't respond. She just stared at him and the meticulously made-up woman supporting him.
Delilah took such good care of Samuel but couldn't be bothered to look at her.
Margaret truly wondered if she was Delilah's biological daughter.
Samuel continued to mock her, "Margaret, with your ugly appearance, do you think Michael will still marry you? If he agrees to marry you, you should thank me."
He left with a cold laugh.
Margaret felt a surge of hatred. Had Samuel's years of affection for her all been a lie, just an act?
And what did he mean by saying Michael would marry her?
Christmas Eve arrived.
Dean had already brought Pearl and Nolan to Valoria. Pearl was very happy. Their family could spend Christmas together.
Elizabeth placed Francis in the cradle and then decorated the Christmas tree in the living room. Francis' eyes followed her every move.
She would occasionally turn to look at Francis. Every time he saw her looking at him, he would wave his little hands, making Elizabeth laugh.
Dean was outside with Nolan, hanging lights in the yard.
Inside, Elizabeth's phone rang. Pearl ran to check. She took the phone to Elizabeth, "Mom, it's a video call from Michael."
Elizabeth smiled and asked her, "Pearl, didn't you already call him 'Dad'? Why did you change it?"
Pearl lowered her head, "Nolan would be upset."
Elizabeth answered the call, and Michael's deep voice came through, "What are you up to?"
Elizabeth turned the camera towards Francis and the living room, then back to herself, "Decorating the Christmas tree with Francis."
She was wearing a long red dress that made her face look fair and radiant. She looked at him, her eyes shimmering.
Michael turned his camera to show the fireworks outside.
"Look, they're setting off fireworks."
Aurora Bay had a strong festive atmosphere. Many people were setting off fireworks, and cheerful music filled the streets.
Elizabeth smiled, "Are you showing me the fireworks? There are some here too, but they're far away."
Michael didn't dare let her see his face.
He hadn't seen her for days, and he missed her terribly.
His voice was hoarse, "Let me see the kids."
Elizabeth blushed slightly. She had kept the camera on herself; did Michael think she wanted to see him?
Elizabeth's smile faded. She turned the camera towards Francis, "Look at Francis."
She handed the phone to Pearl, "Pearl, you chat with him. Mom is a bit busy."
Pearl happily took the phone, "Dad, are you celebrating Christmas too? Look at Francis, isn't he cute?"
Michael had turned his camera to himself, smiling, "He's adorable. Pearl, you were surely even cuter when you were little."
Pearl giggled at his compliment, "Mom took lots of pictures of Nolan and me when we were little. Dad, if you come over, I'll show them to you."
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