“Sure.” Ruka nodded. Sophie was standing in a corner, pretending to make a call. She was delighted to see Ruka and her family leave. Once she leaves, I’ll get the chance to approach Ren.
After they got in the car, Robert complained, “What’s the rush? I wanted to have a few more pints with Walter.” ‘Shut it. We’re going home.” Claire was looking upset, and her temper was getting short.
Ruka got into the driver’s seat. She adjusted the seat until she was comfortable in it, then she revved the car up. Claire was in the backseat. She stared at her daughter, and she teared up angrily. The lady looked outside, her chest feeling stuffy. She thought her daughter was corrupted.
Ruka drove ahead. She was feeling a bit nervous too. Her mother would usually love to chat with her, but aside from her father mumbling in his drunken stupor, nobody said anything. Even if her mother did speak up, it was to chide Robert.
Well, this is depressing. Finally, she asked, “Are you alright, Mom?”
“Just drive. We’ll talk when we get home.” Claire held her emotions back. She didn’t want to start anything when her daughter was driving. Ruka looked in the rear-view mirror. Claire was looking solemn and serious.
Back at the Husson Residence, Angela was feeling bored because Ruka was gone and she had no one to talk to. She just came back to the living room after making a call, but Richard wasn’t there. She asked the servant where he was.
“Master Richard and the young master are in the study,” she answered.. Angela headed to the study, but she didn’t go inside right away. Instead, she leaned her ear against the door to listen. Someone was talking inside, and it was Richard. He sounded surprised.
“You’re giving up the election?”
That shocked Angela. She was holding the doorknob, and now she had opened the door slightly.
Ren answered calmly, “Yes, I am.”
Richard gasped and asked, “Why? Why are you giving it up? Because of Ruka?” Angela almost leaped in shock. God. Show more tact, Richard! Ren narrowed his eyes in surprise. “And how did you know about that?”
“Do you really like her?” he asked. Men were used to being straightforward.
Ren headed to the french window. “Yes, I do,” he answered, still as calm as ever. “That’s why you’re giving up? Because of her? Grandpa won’t accept this, uncle. And neither will my mother. And everyone who supports you. They’re supporting you because they trust you. You’re gonna let them down,” Richard argued. He was quickly moving toward Ren.
Angela was so engrossed by the conversation, she turned the doorknob. without noticing, and the door opened. She let out a gasp and fell to the ground. “Ow!” Her knees hurt from the impact..
Richard looked at her, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly held her up. Angie blushed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to listen in.”
Ren turned around. She was a likable woman, and he thought well of her because of what she did for Ruka back at dinner. “Are you hurt?” Richard took her to the couch and crouched down to check on her.
“No. I’m fine.” I don’t think I should be here. She stood up and limped toward the door. “You gentlemen go ahead. I’ll go now.”
Richard said, “I’ll take her to her room, Uncle.”
“Sure.” Ren nodded..
She must have hurt her knees. Richard carried her in his arms and left. Angela blamed herself for interrupting their conversation. She was worried Richard might scold her.
