So back then, besides linguistics, she secretly studied economics.

"Charlotte, you don’t have to do that, Dad just wants you and your husband to live well."

Isaac Thompson’s eyes reddened. His daughter wasn’t coddled for so many years in vain.

"Moreover, this battle is hard to fight. Alexander has hardly ever lost in these past few years; he’s a business genius." Isaac often admired his son-in-law.

"Dad, I also want to tell you something. I want to go to the company to be your assistant, or something else. I don’t want to sit at home all day and night; it feels like time passes so slowly."

Nora Thompson took the opportunity to explain her thoughts; she doesn’t really want to be in the same space as Alexander. It makes her feel anxious and out of place.

And lately, he’s been coming home earlier and even staying in on weekends, following her to read original foreign-language books, leaving her no space for quiet contemplation.

"How do you understand these things?"

Isaac Thompson was a bit stunned; his daughter was treated as a treasure. She didn’t have the social finesse of someone from an illustrious family, never appearing in various social settings.

He knew what outsiders said about her, but he refused to force her at all.

Isaac Thompson, having struggled his way up from a rural background, didn’t care about others’ opinions, so he supported his daughter studying various foreign languages abroad. But she surprisingly understood Hayward’s importance to him now, hitting the nail on the head.

"I can’t let all the tuition fees go to waste, right? Actually, I also took economics courses back then. Dad, these things aren’t difficult for me; I just need Dad to teach me a little bit more."

Nora Thompson smiled as she handed him a peeled apple; Isaac looked at his daughter, tears streaming down his face. She was just like her mother, always thinking of him.

"But this way, you’ll become Alexander’s rival." Isaac’s biggest concern was this.

"Dad, he won’t even have the chance to be my rival. Tonight, I’ll come up with the best plan. You just need to tell me your limit for compromise, and I’ll secure the contract before King Clan even meets Abel Chase."

Nora’s eyes clearly conveyed this information to Isaac; she was confident in her victory.

"Charlotte, is everything alright between you and him? Is he treating you badly?"

This question had been bothering him for a long time before he finally asked.

His greatest worry was this. Years ago, he inadvertently saw his daughter’s diary and realized her innocent love had persisted for so many years. At that moment, he felt he had to do everything to fulfill her wishes.

Later, as he wished, Alexander proposed to Charlotte. But in recent days, he couldn’t stop worrying about whether his daughter’s marriage was happy.

"No, Dad, he hasn’t treated me badly. I just often wonder if I was too impulsive. Being a businessman’s wife requires a strong heart. You always say I’m like Mom. Actually, I’m far from her. Dad, I want to live according to my own desires; will you support me?"

Although not a word was mentioned about divorce, a precaution was necessary, and this time wouldn’t last long.

She would act quickly; such matters were not something she could endure.

Eventually, it would come to this; Isaac suddenly hung his head low.

He didn’t even dare to look at Nora. If not for his deliberate arrangement, they wouldn’t have married, wouldn’t have reached where they are today. His daughter says nothing, but the marriage is inevitably not as she wished.

Alexander doesn’t really like his daughter, it’s truly blind and foolish on his part. Alexander could never imagine how excellent his daughter is.

"Charlotte, it’s all Dad’s fault." At this moment, he didn’t know what to say, being an unrefined man, unlike his wife Tang Zhen, who spoke in a way akin to poetry.

"Dad, you’re my flame, always standing in the boundless darkness, holding a light for me with stubborn persistence. I love you." Nora hugged her father; his once broad shoulders were always her most solid mount, lifting her high to see the spring buds, summer flowers, autumn leaves, and winter snowflakes.

Her father was already old, so she would be this flame for him, taking up this light.

Feeling somewhat weary, she returned to the apartment past eleven. Nora mocked herself inwardly, she truly had been a young lady for too long; using a bit of brainpower made her feel exhaustingly tired.

Turning on the light, she was startled to find Alexander sitting alone in the dark.