Chapter 756: Chapter 456: The Little Goblin Who Bends for Beauty
"Henry Sullivan, what do you mean by that?" Henry’s mother stood up.
"Do you think I could swallow your wife whole?"
"No, that’s not possible; she’s too big for you to digest, anyway.
But I think you both understand what I mean.
Since I’m already married, I don’t want to divorce because of the two of you.
Agreeing to let Ivy work at the company was just to let her have more social interaction.
Her current work mode is too isolating, and I’m worried she’ll become depressed if she stays alone for too long."
Hearing this, Henry’s mother turned her gaze to Ivy Miller.
Indeed, her son always prioritizes others no matter what he does.
But hasn’t he thought about the possibility of the young girl causing trouble at the company?
Henry’s father nodded: "Okay, I agree with your request. Ivy, you have full freedom. Just give me a call once you’ve made your decision."
With things said to this extent, does she even have room to disagree?
Luckily, her uncle stepped in to help her in the nick of time.
She only wanted to say, thank heavens.
The lunch at the Sullivan’s wasn’t exactly pleasant.
Ivy Miller didn’t know how Henry Sullivan felt, but she had some indigestion.
It didn’t feel like a family meal at all, more like eating with strangers.
Even more awkward than meals with her own family.
As soon as lunch was over, Henry Sullivan wanted to leave with her.
Henry’s mother tried to persuade them to stay, but Henry wouldn’t stay.
She had no choice in the end but to let the two of them leave.
After they left the villa, Henry took over driving, and she sat in the passenger seat, sighing with frustration.
Henry said, "You really don’t want to work at the company?"
"If it were my parents’ company, I’d definitely go every day and have my way there.
But this is a different situation. Working there feels like I’m under review.
I’m sure my parents would indirectly inquire about my performance.
For a rookie like me in the workplace, do you know how much pressure that is?
Anyway, forget it, forget it. You simply don’t understand how I feel right now.
I honestly feel like... the sky is falling, Uncle."
Henry couldn’t help but chuckle at her expressionless demeanor: "It’s not as complicated as you think.
My mom might indeed pay a lot of attention to you, but my dad wouldn’t.
My dad... he’s pretty good with kids, so there’s nothing to worry about.
And since you’re the daughter-in-law he personally chose, even if you don’t do well, he’ll have your back."
Hearing this, Ivy Miller widened her eyes at him: "If that’s the case, then why is your relationship with your dad not good?"
"Do you think we’re not on good terms?"
Ivy Miller wondered, "Aren’t you? From what I see, your communication is minimal, and there’s not much common ground."
Thinking it over, it really was like that. Henry Sullivan chuckled softly.
"Uncle, why are you laughing? Did I say something wrong?"
"You didn’t say anything wrong; I had just overlooked the issue."
"Did you not realize there’s a problem with the relationship between you and your dad?
Or has it always been like this, and you’re just used to it?"
"In the past..." Recalling the past, Henry Sullivan shook his head, "In the past, my dad and I were very close.
Both my parents were quite busy back then and didn’t have time for me.
But since I was a boy, there were some things I’d discuss with my dad.
For example, when I decided to join the army, I talked to my dad a lot about it.
Back then, my dad was a father who could impart wisdom and guidance.
But now... I’ve made many decisions myself, and over time, I’ve stopped discussing everything with him.
Maybe that’s why we’ve grown distant."
Hearing this, Ivy Miller nodded. Many grown men today aren’t as close to their fathers.
It’s not because they don’t care, but because men aren’t that good at expressing feelings.
Just like her dad, who scolds her for being unproductive, but she’s his daughter, not a son.
When her dad scolds her, she talks back and acts spoiled.
So even if her dad is strict, he’s not entirely unreachable to her.
Her dad is most afraid when she cries.
"So your relationship with your mom is because of Isla Linton?"
Henry shook his head: "Didn’t I tell you? Before Isla, I had another girlfriend.
She was my first love, the daughter of a pastor.
We were young then, and I thought that love could last.
But it wasn’t long before my mom found out and personally caused a scene at the church, which ended our relationship as the girl’s father demanded.
My mom always thought my wife shouldn’t be someone I chose for myself freely.
True love, in her view, is trivial; she wanted a daughter-in-law not like Isla or you, an ordinary girl.
She wanted a strong woman, someone whose family matched ours in stature, so that the two families could support each other in business."
Ivy pouted: "Then it’s not about marrying a wife, it’s about marrying a business, isn’t it?"
"That’s why I dislike my mom’s way of thinking and her attitude.
My life should be my own, and the more she interferes, the more I resent it."
Ivy laughed wholeheartedly: "Uncle, you’re still rebellious at your age?"
"It’s not about age; I just want to reclaim my right to decide my own life.
Like today, if I didn’t speak up to help you, she would end up controlling your life too.
My mom has a strong need for control, so you’d better be cautious.
If necessary, I don’t mind if you assert yourself against her.
I’m not teaching you to be disrespectful; I’m teaching you to protect yourself."
Hearing this made Ivy a bit nervous: "Uncle, could you at least give me a heads up next time? I’m actually quite scared."
"Don’t be afraid; if anything happens, let my dad back you up.
Didn’t I say that even though my mom doesn’t like you, my dad has a very good impression of you?
Matters in the army aren’t decided by me.
Being a soldier means following orders and commands, which, coming from a military family, you should understand."
Of course, she understood, but understanding only made it feel all the more frustrating.
She swore she’d never marry a soldier, yet here she was.
She snuck a glance at his profile, though... this uncle’s looks were quite satisfying.
Let’s just say she’s a little demon charmed by his good looks.
"Uncle, this isn’t the way home. Where are we going?"
"Taking you to a nice place to unwind."