Chapter 5 Five

Since she knew the story of her mother and Mr. Hubert, Daisy deeply hated his family. She told herself that she would never step foot in their house in her whole life, but unexpectedly things were not as she expected.

Daisy remembered the first time she stepped into Narine's house three years ago. At that time, her mother was seriously ill and needed one hundred million for treatment. Her mother was a garment worker and only had eight thousand a month. She was a comic book artist and had just started her career, so she only had six thousand a month.

They worked for a year, and their accumulated money was only enough for fifty million, for the remaining half, she borrowed money from friends and acquaintances and got twenty million.

With the remaining money, she had no other choice but to find Mr. Hubert to borrow money, but he refused to lend her the loan, he even kicked her out of the house.

Then, fortunately, a friend of her mother lent her thirty million. She had enough money to treat her mother's illness.

Since then, she has hated Mr. Hubert. That year it was because he was sorry for her mother, but he said her mother seduced him. Even though she didn't witness the incident, she believed what her mother told her.

As for Narine's house, Daisy never wants to have a relationship with them, not even a little bit, she doesn't want to.

But right now, at Narine's house, Mrs. Cara successfully deceived two bodyguards and escaped, but before she could run for long, they chased her and caught her.

As soon as Mrs. Cara was brought into the living room, she immediately received a slap from Mrs. Raanana.

"Who permitted you to run away? Do you believe I will chain you up like a dog?"

Mrs. Cara tried to endure the pain, she looked at Mr. Hubert, she couldn't help but get angry and said: "You don't acknowledge Daisy as your daughter. So based on what, you force her to get married to save your company."

Mr. Hubert couldn't say anything.

Mrs. Raanana was by his side, she replaced him and said: "You are the old servant of our family. To be more precise, that year, my family was also grateful to you. If at that time, my father-in-law had not picked you up and brought you to this house to make you a servant, how could you have given birth to Daisy? Consider this an opportunity for you to repay our family."

"Plus, your daughter gets to marry a rich man, that's your luck. You should thank us for that."

Mrs. Cara took a deep breath, she calmly said: "Madam, I never wanted my daughter to marry a rich man. As long as she marries the person she loves, that's enough. I beg you to annul this marriage."

"That's too late. Daisy agreed to this. You don't need to beg us. Daisy is forced to marry Atlas." Mrs. Raanana said harshly, she did not give Mrs. Cara time to object.

Then, she said to the two bodyguards: "Please watch her, don't let her run away again, otherwise I will deduct your salary."

Mrs. Cara watched the two of them leave, she cried, why did this happen? She had nothing to do with Narine's house, why did this happen to her daughter?

Soon the wedding day arrived. Before the wedding day, Daisy was taken to the hotel where the wedding took place.

Early in the morning, she was surrounded by three or four people doing her makeup and wearing her wedding dress. The people who did her makeup each looked at her with different eyes, pity, contempt, jealousy, and envy.

They superficially gave her makeup. When she put on her wedding dress, they didn't support them enthusiastically. Looking at their attitude, Daisy immediately kicked them all out, she did it all herself.

The employees were kicked out. They couldn't help but get angry and pouted: "Even though she's poor, she still brags."

"She married a disabled person, why does she dare to be arrogant with us?" Another female employee spoke up.

"If you speak softly, others hear it, you will be fired."

In the room, Daisy finished her makeup, then, she put on her wedding dress, her face was not happy, and looking in the mirror, she continued to adjust her hair.

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At this time, there was a bit of chaos at Drkov's house. Today was Atlas's wedding day but he didn't want to go. He even got angry and threw things around.

"Get out." In the room decorated in red, on the ground floor, an angry voice rang out.

Several maids in the room looked at the man in the wheelchair. They were afraid to go near him. They just looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

The butler took the groom's suit and entered the room. He looked at Atlas and said: "Young master, it's almost time, quickly change your clothes."

"Get out," Atlas shouted as he threw another glass on the ground.

"Butler, what should we do? The young master is so upset, we can't help him." A servant spoke up.

The butler looked at the man in the wheelchair who had his back turned to him, then he looked at the frightened maids and said, "You go out first."

The maids hurriedly left, the butler put the suit aside and he also walked out.

Atlas sat there, his face could not hide the pain and anger, he did not want to get married. If it's not the person he loves, he won't marry any other woman. Furthermore, he also did not believe that the other woman volunteered to marry him.

Everyone avoided him, women were afraid to get close to him. How will anyone agree to be his wife? Even the person he loved turned his back on him. Who wants to be with a cripple like him?

Remembering what the woman had said to him that day, Atlas couldn't control his anger, he threw another object on the ground.

Women, in the end, only want material things and fame and fortune. The woman he loved for three years and said she would hold his hand for the rest of his life was no exception. Her love for him was just a lie. In essence, she wanted to hold his property in her hands. When he had nothing left, she immediately left him.

Atlas looked down at his disabled legs again. For more than a year, he had lived with these disabled legs. It was because of them that he lost everything, but because of that, he recognized the evil intentions of some people.