BookToReadChapter 239 "Gwyn, that racecar isn't yours, sweetheart. It belongs to someone else. But if you really like it, how about Mommy buys you one next time?" Gwyneth's face fell at once, her expression darkening.
"Why not? It's so cool-I want this one, Mom. Please, I want this one." It hadn't even occurred to Gwyneth that the model car wasn't a gift for her. Her disappointment quickly turned into frustration.
Hadn't Mom thought to bring her a present after all this tapart? She remembered, just the other day, when she went out for dinner with Dad and Ms. Marchand, she'd even chosen Mom's favorite restaurant, hoping Mom would join them one day.
Gwyneth thought, as long as Mom wasn't upset about Dad seeing Ms. Marchand, she'd ask Dad to invite Mom along for dinner sometime.
She never expected Mom to walk in today with such a gorgeous racecar model and then refuse to let her have it. It felt so unfair.
"Gwyn, be good. Mommy's giving this car to a friend. I promise, next twe'll go pick one out together, okay?" Honestly, every tVictoria saw that racecar-Curtis's gift-it reminded her of the awkward mess with V&S Group buying out the racing game. She just wanted it out of her sight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarcus had invited her to dinner for Max's birthday, and Victoria thought, why not give the car to Max? It was better than leaving it around as a constant reminder of Curtis.
She'd promised it to Max, so she couldn't back out now.
"Mom, you're so stingy. I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Tears spilled down Gwyneth's cheeks as anger bubbled up in her chest.
Mom used to be different. As long as she didn't ask for anything outrageous, Mom would always get it for her. Now she wouldn't even spare a silly toy car.
Gwyneth sobbed, heartbroken, but Victoria stood firm.
She'd made a promise-she couldn't go back on her word. If Gwyneth wanted a model car, she'd buy her a new one, simple as that.
No matter how much Gwyneth cried or called her a bad mom under her breath, Victoria just soothed her gently, staying resolute as she dropped her off at the McNeil estate and handed her over to Xenia.
"Ma'am, will you be having dinner at htonight?" It was rare for Miss Gwyneth and Victoria to chtogether. Xenia figured Gwyneth would be eating in, but wasn't sure about Victoria.
"Not tonight. I've got dinner plans elsewhere, but I'll be back later to tuck Gwyn in." Victoria figured McNeil and Violet must both be busy-why else would they ask her to come? But she had things to do too; she wasn't on call for McNeil's convenience.
"I don't want you to tuckin. I can sleep by myself," Gwyneth snapped, leaping out of the car and pulling away from Victoria's hand.
Victoria watched her daughter's stubborn, wounded little figure disappear inside, but she felt no regret. A promise was a promise.
It was almost tto meet Marcus for Max's birthday. She had the gift ready; if she handed the model over to Gwyneth now, she'd have to find something else for Max, and there was simply no time.
If Gwyneth wanted to cry, so be it. Victoria waited until she saw her enter the house, then finally relaxed.
"Take care of Gwyn for me. I'll be back after dinner," she told Xenia.
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Her phone buzzed with Marcus's call.
Without another thought, Victoria hit ve the gas and sped off down the drive.
Inside the house, Gwyneth was already calling McNeil.
He could hear her sniffling through the phone, his brow creasing in M ve.
concern. "What happened?"
"Daddy, Mommy doesn't loveanymore," Gwyneth sobbed. "She'd rather give that awesracecar to En. someone else than give it to me!" Chapter 239 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.
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