Daddy’s Doting Addiction

Chapter 72

Chapter 72 Naomi let out a chuckle. “Today is yours and Mom‘s wedding anniversary.” Scott had easily forgotten such an important day, but he had the nerve to order her to apologize to Clarissa!

“‘I...”

Scott choked, but he quickly put on a threatening tone. “If you don‘t come home tomorrow, I‘ll sell off all of your mother‘s things!” “Are you threatening me right now?” Naomi scoffed, “Have you forgotten about what happened at the Cezzane dinner?”.

“You!”

Scott was furious, but he then snickered menacingly and said, “I‘m sure I‘ll get a good price for your mother‘s things!”

“I‘ll be there tomorrow,” she replied curtly. “You‘ll be sorry if you touch Mom‘s things!”

Before Scott could say another word, Naomi hung up on him.

The sky outside was gloomy, and it had begun to rain. Naomi had forgotten to switch on the lights and sat in the tranquil darkness. She stared at her laptop screensaver. It was a photo of her mother, Rachel, grinning from ear to ear as she sat in the pavilion at the Green Mansion‘s courtyard. Naomi was the one who took the photo. “I‘ll make them all pay for what they did, Mom!”

poker face seemed to emanate a trickle of care and warmth.

It could also just be Naomi‘s own imagination. “You‘re the only one left with me now,” she sighed. She reached out and pulled the doll into her arms as she felt a lump form in her throat. She wished that Jack was with her. Even if all they did was fight, it was a welcomed distraction for her.

It rained throughout the night.

The next afternoon, Naomi found herself standing under an umbrella at the front gates of the Green Mansion. It felt like a completely foreign place to her.

All the trees and flowerbeds in the courtyard were gone. Instead, the path was covered in cold,

hard bricks. The pavilion was demolished, and a tacky, distasteful brass sculpture stood in its place. Everything that reminded her of her mother was removed and replaced by things that suited Lilian‘s taste.

She had spent twenty years of her life in that place, but there was no longer any hint of her past there. “Miss Naomi? Is that you?” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

A middle–aged maid walked towards the courtyard from the front door. Her eyes welled up in tears at the sight of Naomi.

“Mrs. Ford? You‘re back?!” Naomi exclaimed. She ran into the woman‘s arms as her own eyes reddened.

Mrs. Ford took care of Naomi when she was growing up. After the plane crash, her father had let go of all of the old servants, and she had not seen Mrs. Ford for ten years. Her old nanny was the last person Naomi expected to see when she arrived at the mansion. “I am! Are you hungry? I‘ve made some chicken soup just for you. Come in and eat it while it‘s

hot!”

Mrs. Ford looked at Naomi with kind eyes and warmly ushered her into the house.

Naomi had already eaten lunch, but she did not want to disappoint Mrs. Ford.

As the two women were catching up in the dining room, Scott walked down the stairs with Lilian and Clarissa.

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“Will you please excuse us for a moment, Mrs. Ford? We have some things to discuss.” “Of course;” Mrs. Ford replied with a hint of concern in her voice, then quietly left the room. Naomi leaned back in her chair and stared calmly at Scott. “Go on, then. What is it?” Naomi asked coldly.

Clarissa immediately reached out and tugged at the hem of Scott‘s shirt.

Scott cleared his throat, then puffed up his chest and said, “Since your mother died, I am the sole heir to her estate. Apart from this house, everything she owns is mine, including all of her medical formulas. I want you to write down every single one of those formulas for me and never use them again!” “Ha! How shameless can you be?” Naomi sneered as her eyes turned ice cold.