Became A Queen After divorce

His daughter was indeed more beautiful in person than in the photos!

With almond-shaped eyes, a fair and delicate forehead was just like her mother.

She was delicately cute, especially with her eyes filled with liveliness that makes people instantly like this optimistic and sunny girl.

Declan’s eyes were slightly red, as through Pearl, he seemed to see the young appearance of his beloved wife again.

“Looks truly alike.”

His words left Pearl feeling puzzled, prompting her to ask in confusion.

“What?”

“You’re like your mother. You’ll understand once you see her photo.”

Mother’s photo?

Pearl’s heart trembled at the thought, undoubtedly hoping to see what her biological mother looked like.

When she was young, she would often ponder this question over and over in her mind.

There were too many answers, but none were definitive.

“Where is my mother’s photo? Can you show it to me now?”

Declan quickly regained his composure, taking his daughter’s arm in one hand and leading her to the room on the second floor.

“This can wait, you’ve been away for so long and must feel unfamiliar to home, let me introduce you to your elder sister, do you remember her?”

“Alright.”

Not being able to see her real mother’s face made her feel a bit regretful, but Pearl soon let it go.

She was back, so whether she saw them now or later didn’t make much of a difference.

It’s better to listen to her father for now.

Libby got up from her seat and walked over, extending a bronze-colored hand towards Pearl.

Looking deeply at Pearl, Libby smiled coldly.

“Long time no see, Pearl!”

Three years older than Pearl, Libby was brought back from an orphanage by Declan when he decided to send Pearl abroad, claiming to adopt Libby as her foster daughter.

This girl was the nine-year-old Libby, who only spent a day with Gentle before being sent overseas.

From then on, few knew about Miss Pearl of the Gilliam family, but Miss Libby was well-known.

Pearl stared at the tall, powerful woman in front of her.

Her figure, with its contours, adorned in black leather attire, exuded both beauty and fierceness.

With her smokey-eye make-up and high ponytail hairstyle, Pearl couldn’t help but think of a female assassin from a movie.

The gentle yellow-skinned girl from her memories seemed like nothing but an illusion at this moment.

Pearl had a strange feeling towards Libby that she couldn’t quite express.

She would rather believe it was her overthinking, awkwardly smiling in response to her question.

“Libby, long time no see.”

There was another woman in the hall, but Pearl had noticed her from the moment she entered.

This was because of her Jostrana attire.

“Jostrana person? Dad, when did you go to Jostrana and find me another elder sister?”

Seeing that Camilla was around the same age as herself, Pearl subconsciously thought she was also her sister.

As soon as this sentence was uttered, Declan coughed awkwardly.

How could he, as a father, talk about his romantic affairs with his daughter, especially when they hadn’t seen each other for over a decade?Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

At this moment of family reunion, there was no need to spoil the mood over such matters.

Libby lowered her head, her disdainful eyes hidden beneath her bangs, watching the scene unfold like a show.

As subordinates, Sam and Brody had no right to discuss their boss’s romantic escapades; let the father and daughter sort it out themselves.

Just as Camilla was about to introduce herself, Declan preemptively dismissed her.

“She’s just an insignificant person, you don’t need to know about her.”

“Camilla, you may leave. Pearl has just returned. We have a lot to talk about.”

“I…”

Camilla pouted in grievance, feeling slighted. Was her status so low as to be unworthy?

Even a servant like Brody could show his face in front of Miss Pearl, yet why did she become “insignificant” in front of her?

“Sir, I understand.”

For their first meeting, Camilla couldn’t afford to leave a bad impression on Miss Pearl, so she smiled and walked away.

Turning around, she clenched her fists tightly under her long sleeves.

Declan, it’s fine to regard me as a plaything, as in my eyes, you are merely a tool for revenge!

If Pearl couldn’t understand the underlying implications of this awkward scene, then she must have been fooling herself all these years.

The Jostrana woman in front of her should be… her father’s mistress, so that would make her “stepmother,” right?

Let’s see if her father would marry her in the future.

Pearl was completely unaware of her father’s romantic issues before this.

The sudden appearance of this woman in front of her was quite unexpected.

But having been raised abroad, her mindset was not so rigidly traditional.

Her mother had passed away many years ago, and her father was undoubtedly lonely. It was normal for him to have a girlfriend.

She had no right to object, but it still made her feel uncomfortable.

The clever Pearl chose to evade this issue.

As long as that woman stayed in line, having one more person wouldn’t be a big deal.

“Dad, it’s been a while since we last met. Are you going to leave me standing here the whole time? Standing is tiring; let’s sit down and talk.”

She gave him an out, and Declan quickly took it to change the subject.

“Look at me, I’m getting happy and confused. Let me take you upstairs to see your room; if you’re not satisfied, we can make changes.”

Her room?

Soon, a room filled with princess pink and plush toys appeared before everyone, surprising Pearl.

The bedsheet was pink with small flowers, and the curtains were lace pink. Oh dear!

She actually… really disliked pink.

She couldn’t imagine laying in this pink room; her mature aura would be completely crushed.

But this was her father’s effort, so how could she bear to say she didn’t like it.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to accept the pink, feeling like crying without tears.

“It’s fine, it’s… cozy, hmm.”

Getting rewarded for her efforts undoubtedly made her happy, and Mr. Gilliam smiled.

He kept talking endlessly, “Pearl, look at the blue panda plush toy; it was a gift I gave you when you were one.”

“And this, when you were three, you passed by a toy store and insisted on buying it. I refused, and you sat on the floor crying and refused to get up.”

“This monkey, you slept with it every night, saying it was your little baby, and you named it Pretty Monkey.”

Though the time spent with his daughter was minimal, he had firmly engraved every moment and detail in his memory.

They were like treasures to him.