Tiffany let them in. “Mom, dad, what are you doing here? It’s late and cold. You should dress warmly so you don’t catch a cold.”
Summer surveyed every corner of the house as she entered. Finally, her gaze landed on the dinner table. “I was worried, so I came here to check on you. As expected, Jackson’s only just made dinner for you. Honestly, he never spares my worries. You might as well move to my house. I’d worry a lot less then.”
Jackson’s ears were burning from her nagging. Of course, his face naturally thickened. “She’s only just woken up. I wasn’t starving her. Stop worrying all the time. I love her more than you.”
“That’s right, Summer,” Atticus chimed ill. “It’s inappropriate for you to meddle in their family. You weren’t this worried about Jackson when he was young... It’s not appropriate to come here so late...”
That was why Atticus looked so awkward. However, his words had brought Summer’s displeasure. “Yes, I wasn’t this concerned about Jackson when he was younger, but these words shouldn’t have come from your mouth. It’s our son’s wedding day today, so I won’t drag out old scores with you now. However, if I had left the company to its own devices back then, Jackson and I would have ended up begging on the streets for food. Both familial and romantic love would crumble and fall without material support. I’d much rather go on business trips for half a month, come home to our mansion, and hold Jackson while telling him stories to broaden his worldview than stay in a broken old home with him, barely getting by and telling him how much his mother loves him.”
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