Chapter 11 Parting Ways
In this family, Mr. Smith's word was law. He never allowed anyone to challenge his authority or contradict him.
Roslin's actions were undoubtedly crossing the line.
Linda looked at Roslin in shock, not because of Roslin's past, but because of how casually and calmly Roslin spoke of her past misfortunes.
John and Lucinda fell into silence.
"It's all my fault, Rosy." Lucinda wiped her tears and walked toward Roslin, wanting to embrace her.
Roslin stood up and avoided her embrace.
There was a time when she longed for her mother's embrace so much, but now she didn't need it.
She had suffered too much.
So, she was used to it.
"I'm full, you guys can enjoy your meal."
Roslin walked out of the dining room unconcernedly, ignoring what they thought or felt.
The atmosphere in the dining room didn't ease after she left. In fact, it became more depressing. John looked at the table full of dishes that Linda liked, but he had no appetite.
He looked at Lucinda and said, "From now on, before meals, ask Roslin what she'd like to have."
Linda's heart ached when she heard this. She clenched her fists tightly on her lap.
Did Roslin even want to fight for the food she wanted?
Lucinda nodded. When John got up, she asked in a hurry, "Are you not eating anymore?"
How could John still have the appetite?
"No."
Before leaving the dining room, he glanced at Linda and left with a gloomy face.
When they were both gone, Lucinda sat back in her seat and said, "Linda, eat more."
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