Ellinor stepped over the shattered porcelain on the ground and walked up to Arnold. "What's up with Dad? Why's he madder than a wet hen?"
Sheila stood off to the side, arms crossed, and said in a mocking tone, "Got the nerve to ask, do ya? You know damn well what you did!"
Ellinor shot Sheila an indifferent look. "I've done a ton of things, so which one are you harping about?"
Arnold's face was gloomy, and he angrily questioned, "Tell me, you said you found a job and were moving out. What kind of job did you find?"
Ellinor was at a loss for words because she couldn't exactly put her current job into simple terms.
Her job was to pretend to be the wife of some big-shot CEO to help him deal with his family.
What kind of job was that? An actress? A temporary wife?
Seeing Ellinor tongue-tied, Arnold got even angrier. “Still trying to pull the wool over my eyes? A graduate from a prestigious university, working as a bar hostess! Where’s your dignity, Ellinor? Are you trying to make me sick with worry?”
A bar hostess? Ellinor frowned in confusion.
Arnold slammed a photo down on the table. It was of her and Belinda leaving the Blizzard Room bar the day before.
Belinda had dyed her hair pink after a breakup, wore really edgy clothes, and had too much to drink. It was easy to mistake her for something she wasn’t, which was why those rich kids had the guts to mess with her.
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