“Tamara, have you ever stopped to think about why things have turned out this way?”
Tamara’s face went pale, and she clenched her fingers. “Josiah, are you blaming me?”
Josiah shook his head. “I’m not blaming you. I just hope you can be a little more rational and stop being so willful. Milford isn’t being cold to you for no reason. The chaos at the wedding, the scandals on the news—didn’t all of that start because of you? What you should be doing isn’t crying and making a scene, but figuring out how to fix it.”
Tamara stared at him in disbelief, tears welling in her eyes. “Josiah, how can you say that to me... In the past, no matter what I did, you always stood by my side!”
Josiah closed his eyes, his voice low. “Tamara, people change. Maybe... we spoiled you too much before.”
That sentence was like a knife stabbing straight into Tamara’s heart. She stood up abruptly, her voice shrill. “Fine! Since you won’t help me, I’ll go find Zeus!”
With that, she turned and slammed the door behind her.
Tamara stood on the balcony, gripping her phone, her fingertips turning white from the tension. Only when Zeus’s slightly weary voice came from the other end did she relax a little.
“Tamara? What is it?”
“Zeus...” Tamara’s voice was low and filled with grievance.
At first, she was full of hope. Even if Josiah wouldn’t help her, Zeus doted on her. He would surely be willing to help.
However, there was a silence on the other end for two seconds, followed by the sound of shuffling papers. Zeus seemed to be busy. Then, Tamara heard his perfunctory reply.
“Yeah, I know. What do you want to do about it?”
Zeus’s tone wasn’t exactly cold, but he was clearly distracted.

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