Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Caring About Saving Face
Every time Warren Prescott said a word, Rosalind Lynch’s heart would tremble.
When he mentioned "the young girl’s thin skin," Rosalind instantly exploded.
So Ashley Shaw was a young girl, and she wasn’t?
She was even a month younger than Ashley Shaw!
Was her dignity not important?
Rosalind’s face almost turned green.
She could hardly bear it anymore and stood up suddenly.
"I do not..."
"Shut up!" Gavin Lynch raised his hand and slapped Rosalind without mercy.
This time, he wasn’t doing it to show Warren Prescott; he simply wanted to slap her.
Warren’s meaning was already so clear; just a little money to send an apology message could solve it, and she still dared to say "no" here?
The trouble she caused, and she had no awareness at all. Did she even know what she was saying?
At such a time, she still cared about her dignity?
Couldn’t she see that Warren didn’t care about her at all, and what he said and thought were about someone else?
Such a fool, not beating her to death was already him being a kind father.
Rosalind’s tears welled up and she ran out.
"Oh dear..." Elder Prescott came out at this time, pretending to be a good person.
"Gavin, why are you hitting the child? Actually, Rosalind can still listen to her words, you just need to talk to her nicely, don’t use your hands. Girls care about face, you should give her some dignity."
Gavin Lynch forced a stiff smile.
"She did something wrong, she should be hit. I was too good to her before, which is why she kept making the same mistakes, confusion again and again. Ultimately, it’s my failure as a father in educating her, making you seniors laugh at us."
Elder Prescott waved his hand repeatedly.
"There’s nothing to laugh about, she’s still a child!"
Gavin Lynch clearly sensed that Elder Prescott was being diplomatic, and nodded in cooperation, then looked towards Warren Prescott.
"Warren, should I give you the money now?"
Warren Prescott nodded, "Sure."
"Alright."
After knowing Warren’s working style, Gavin Lynch didn’t talk much, directly signing a five hundred thousand cash check.
The cash check required no password, and anyone could go to the bank to withdraw it with the check.
Lars Prescott gave Ashley Shaw a cash check as well.
Warren Prescott checked the amount and then gave his signature fake smile.
"Thank you, Uncle Lynch, on behalf of that girl."
"So, is this matter settled?"
"That depends on when Rosalind comes to her senses."
Gavin Lynch nodded, "Don’t worry, I’ll have her post a public apology online once I get back."
This was easier than spending money.
"Alright, then we’ll be waiting. But Uncle Lynch, let me make it clear, there won’t be a next time," Warren’s smile gradually cooled.
"I understand. Then I won’t disturb you?"
"Take care."
"Take care, Gavin, make sure to talk to the child properly when you get back." Elder Prescott showed concern.
"Yes, I’ll talk to her properly, no need to worry. Sorry for the inconvenience today, goodbye."
Gavin Lynch slightly bowed, then turned to leave.
Elder Prescott’s smiling face collapsed the moment Gavin Lynch left.
He turned to glance at Warren Prescott.
"You rascal... quite shameless."
"Learned from you."
Elder Prescott rolled his eyes at him, but there was no threatening look.
"Remember to give the check money to Ashley, it’s rightfully hers."
Warren Prescott laughed.
"You don’t really think I’d keep the money, do you?"
"You never know, you’re such a shameless person, who knows what shameless thing you might do."
"..."
"By the way, will Ashley’s scar really leave a mark?"
Warren laughed nonchalantly, and Elder Prescott instantly understood.
He was tricked too!
"Shameless!"
"I thought you were complimenting me. I’m heading out."
"Where to?"
"I told you earlier, to the company, I’ve got an assistant interview today."
Elder Prescott opened his mouth, but couldn’t hold back and said, "Warren, no matter what, he’s still your dad."
Warren Prescott’s expression cooled down.
"I know."
"Go on then!" Elder Prescott sighed deeply, placing all the chess pieces back into the box.
Playing Go alone was quite boring.
He still wished for Ashley to come back.
The TV at this time broadcasted social news—
"According to a journalist investigation, currently, the living conditions of elderly people living alone in Westcroft are increasingly..."
"Snap!"
Elder Prescott angrily turned off the TV.
On the other side.
Ashley Shaw began delivering goods as soon as she arrived at the store, busy from head to toe, spending the whole day on the road delivering and returning to the store for more goods.
Today she earned a total of four hundred and five dollars, another bountiful day.
Even though she was busy all day, she didn’t feel tired; on the contrary, she felt more fulfilled than ever.
This feeling of having no constraints, of everything she earned being her own effort, brought her much more happiness than sitting in the position of Mrs. Prescott she had once longed for.
Upon delivering the last cake, she made a call to Claire Xavier.
"Ms. Grant, the last delivery is complete. Is there anything else you need me to bring back?"
As she spoke, Ashley Shaw connected the call to her Bluetooth while continuing to ride her moped back to the store.
"No need, just bring the moped back to the store, and you can clock out. By the way, Archie’s at the store; he says he needs to talk to you."
"Alright, I understand."
If Cillian was looking for her, it had to be about Ariana Grant.
Hopefully, it’s good news.
Thinking like this, Ashley Shaw sped up on her moped.
When she arrived at the store, Ashley Shaw encountered someone familiar.
It was the former convenience store clerk.
The clerk was holding a cake and upon seeing her, a faint spark came to the clerk’s eyes, and she approached Ashley.
Ashley Shaw already felt guilty towards her, and seeing that the clerk seemed like she wanted to speak, Ashley quickly parked her moped and went over to greet her.
"Hello, what a coincidence..."
"Not a coincidence, I work nearby now." The woman said, as she flicked her hair to reveal scars on her neck.
Ashley Shaw’s eyes widened in shock at the woman’s words.
The woman continued, "The day I lost my job, I thought about ending it all... but then I thought, if I were gone, who would take care of my dog?"
The woman chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "Someone like you, with connections, a backup, and options, wouldn’t understand why someone like me would feel suicidal over losing a very ordinary job, would you?"
Ashley Shaw’s face grew pale.
"I can understand, but don’t think like that... Losing the job was indeed my fault, and I apologize. If you have any requests, you can tell me. I can also talk to the store manager and get you back to work immediately."
"I already have a new job now."
"Do you need any compensation? I can provide it for you."
"Money." The woman said bluntly.
Half a minute later, Ashley Shaw transferred all the money she earned this month at the bakery to the woman.
The woman frowned, "This little? Are you trying to brush off a beggar?"