Chapter 30: Colton's voice dripped with cold disdain.
Mr.
Lloyd, you may not know the whole story.
Allison once saved my grandfather's life, and then used him to sneak in and marry me.
She is nothing more than an uneducated orphan who didn't even finish middle school.
How could someone like her understand something as intricate as pottery? So don't be fooled by her performance.
Melany, always the shadow at his side, shook her head pitifully, playing along.
Colton, that's not fair.
Allison has suffered a lot.
And, well… he just got divorced.
I mean, before the divorce.
.
.
Melany stopped, as if she were about to say something, but thought better of it.
Nevermind, I'm not going to get into that.
But you've only been apart for a few days and it already seems like she's moving on without blinking.
The only thing she's always had is her physique, Colton snapped, with palpable disgust.
And now that she's alone, she can't bear the thought of fighting.
What's her plan? She's climbing the ladder again, of course, and this time she's fooled Mr.
Lloyd with her lies.
Allison's hands stilled as she raised her head, meeting his words with a blank stare.
It was difficult to hide his disappointment.
It was one thing to realize that someone had flaws and another to see that they became downright ugly.
Years ago, he had saved Colton's grandfather by pure chance.
Back then, she had held on to the hope that Colton would remember the bond they once shared.
As children, they had escaped kidnappers together, and he had made her a promise: Someday you will be my wife, Allison.
She was the only one who had kept that memory alive.
Later, when she learned that he had a lasting love, she walked away without a word, believing that their paths would never cross again.
But when Melany fled an arranged marriage and went abroad, Keanu came pleadingly, asking Allison to save his family.
She accepted, stepping in where no one else could.
Now, after three long years, Colton seemed to enjoy dragging her name through the mud.
A soft laugh escaped her lips.
Any feelings she might have had for him died in that moment.
Kellan, who was sitting nearby, sensed the change in her, but remained silent.
He knew Allison didn't need anyone's pity.
She was strong enough to take care of herself.
Colton's voice held cold disdain.
Mr.
Lloyd, you may not know the whole story.
Allison once saved my grandfather's life, and then used him to marry me.
She is nothing more than an uneducated orphan who didn't even finish middle school.
How could someone like her understand something as intricate as pottery? So don't be fooled by her performance.
Melany, always the shadow at his side, shook her head pitifully, playing along.
Colton, that's not fair.
Allison has suffered a lot.
And, well… he just got divorced.
I mean, before the divorce.
.
.
Melany stopped, as if she were about to say something, but thought better of it.
Nevermind, I'm not going to get into that.
But you've only been apart for a few days and it already seems like she's moving on without blinking.
The only thing she's always had is her physique, Colton snapped, with palpable disgust.
And now that she's alone, she can't bear the thought of fighting.
What's her plan? She's climbing the ladder again, of course, and this time she's fooled Mr.
Lloyd with her lies.
Allison's hands stilled as she raised her head, meeting his words with a blank stare.
It was difficult to hide his disappointment.
It was one thing to realize that someone had flaws and another to see them become downright ugly.
Years ago, he had saved Colton's grandfather by pure chance.
Back then, she had held on to the hope that Colton would remember the bond they once shared.
As children, they had escaped kidnappers together, and he had made her a promise: Someday you will be my wife, Allison.
She was the only one who had kept that memory alive.
Later, when she learned that he had a lasting love, she walked away without a word, believing that their paths would never cross again.
But when Melany fled an arranged marriage and went abroad, Keanu came pleadingly, asking Allison to save his family.
She accepted, stepping in where no one else could.
Now, after three long years, Colton seemed to enjoy dragging her name through the mud.
A soft laugh escaped her lips.
Any feelings she might have had for him died in that moment.
Kellan, who was sitting nearby, sensed the change in her, but remained silent.
He knew Allison didn't need anyone's pity.
It was strong enough to stand on its own.
Every piece of pottery in our house was made by me.
But I didn't expect you to know that.
You barely spent any time there, and when you were, you didn't notice anything.
His words were sharp, but delivered without a hint of anger.
And when it came to social climbing, he could never surpass Melany if he tried.
Colton was momentarily taken aback.
.
It wasn't the reaction I expected.
Allison wasn't nervous or defensive; I wasn't even angry.
On the contrary, she was calm—too calm—making his previous insults seem childish in comparison.
The truth was, Allison had never hidden anything from him.
But for three years, Colton had treated her like she didn't exist.
In her mind, she was shallow and scheming, so why would she have noticed the changes in her house? Finally, Allison had stopped trying.
Lost in thought for a moment, she didn't notice that the clay she was working on had wobbled slightly.
Is there anything else you want to say, she asked, looking up to meet his, eyes cold as winter frost.
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What had been a peaceful day had been marred by his intrusion.
Colton was left speechless.
Allison had always been soft on him, easy to overlook.
I had never seen her like this: confident, distant, untouchable.
Her presence oppressed him, making the air seem heavier.
Melany, for her part, still felt the sting of the slap that Allison had given her recently.
The faint red marks were still visible, barely concealed under layers of makeup.
Kellan, watching the scene unfold, couldn't resist adding his own scathing comment.
Mistaking a diamond for a piece of glass.
.
.
It's laughable how someone can throw away a treasure and hold on to something worthless.
His gaze drifted to the clay, unimpressed.
Allison doesn't need to climb anyone's ladder.
She could build her own, and once she does, you won't even have a foot on the first step.
Kellan's words hung in the air; His low, high-pitched tone sent a chill through the room.
So, either spit out what you came to say, or get out.
Stop pretending you matter.
He returned to his work, not willing to let them ruin his day any further.
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