Chapter 187
“Pollock, there’s been a bit of a hiccup at home, and my dad is kind of in a foul mood, so he might come off a bit cold. Don’t take it to heart, okay?”
Pollock stopped in his tracks, shooting Sheila a disdainful glance. His once gentle and doting demeanor was gone, replaced by indifference, as he coldly stated
“Ms. Mendoza, you’re reading too much into this. Why would I be upset with your dad? You should hurry back and be with your parents!
Sheila was hit hard by this: “Are you saying you don’t want to deal with me anymore?
Pollock, with a stony face, replied. “We ain’t blood related, so why make a fuss about dealing or not dealing with each other? Move aside, I’ve got stuff to dor
Sheila was now panicking, cautiously probing. “What about my leading role?”
Pollock, expressionless, said ‘Ms. Mendoza, I’ve seen some of your previous work, your acting is so–so, and your lines ain’t great. There’s no way my movie will feature an actress like you you better look for other opportunities!”
Sheila grabbed Pollock’s shirt desperately and said. “You can’t just walk away! You promised me the leading role; how could you go back on your word?”
Pollock pushed her away indifferently, saying, “If your mom hadn’t lied to me from the get–go, saying you were my daughter, I wouldn’t have promised you the leading role out of guilt. Now that it’s clear you are Arnold’s biological daughter, stop bothering me!”
Just like that, Sheila lost her only lifeline. How can she just accept this?
Ever since she started in this business, this movie with Pollock was her biggest break!
And now that he’s saying he didn’t need her anymore, how was she supposed to face her peers?
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The more she thought about it, the less she can accept this outcome. So, Sheila looked around to make sure no one’s watching, then turned to Pollock, dropping to her knees and grabbing his pants leg as she sobbed.
“I’m your daughter, your real flesh and blood! My mom only said what she said to keep Arnold calm, you can’t just believe her so easily! We even had a paternity test, you can’t forget that, can you?”
Pollock frowned, glancing around nervously, afraid of being seen in this situation. He’s somewhat shaken. “You, get up! What are you doing kneeling here?”
But Sheila won’t get up and said, “Dad, you’re my real dad. If you don’t acknowledge me as your daughter, I’m not getting up!”
Pollock helplessly said, “You! Okay, okay, get up, we can talk this out.”
“Pollock!”
Suddenly, a woman’s angry shout echoed through the hospital hallway
Pollock turned around and said, “Darling! When did you get back?”
Pollock’s wife was standing not far away, angrily pointing at him, “So, you have a daughter now! Pollock, you sure know how to keep secrets!”
“Darling, it’s not what you think; don’t listen to her nonsense.” Pollock looked flustered, shaking his head in denial.
It’s common knowledge that Pollock didn’t hold much sway at home. His successful work was all facilitated by the support of his wife and her family. Over the years, his wife held the reins of the family finances; he never dared to confront her
Seeing this. Sheila sensed trouble and quickly stood up to flee.
“Hold it right there!”
Pollock’s wife sternly called her to a stop.
