Loving DAD 1080

Chapter 1080 

“Sharon might not feel ashamed, but I’m embarrassed for her!” Silas spat. 

A faint smile touched Sharon’s lips, but her eyes glinted with shards of ice. 

“Silas, one of humanity’s greatest follies is overestimating one’s own importance. You claim I’m always competing with Victoria, despite being inferior in every way? Then tell me what about her is worth competing 

for? 

“Should I envy her looks? Or perhaps I should envy that, despite receiving the finest education money can buy, her violin skills remain decidedly average? 

“Or maybe…“—a thread of mockery wove through her tone-“I should envy her for holding fewer shares than I do, without a single piece of original equity to her name?” 

She let out a soft, derisive laugh. “I’ve heard of people envying their betters, but never their inferiors. Your logic is truly astounding, Silas. Do you spend your days envying the beggars on the street, too? Do you lie awake at night, yearning for their cold pavement, their empty stomachs, the way they’re stepped on by every passerby?” 

Her gaze locked with his. “Or have you simply developed a taste for humiliation?” 

Silas’s finger trembled as he pointed at her, his lips moving soundlessly. Not a single rebuttal came out. 

“You–Sharon, you-!” 

He was utterly speechless. 

He couldn’t deny her beauty–Sharon possessed a striking elegance and depth that Victoria could never replicate. 

He couldn’t deny her talent–even with a ruined hand, her legendary victory over Harry was a height Victoria could never hope to reach. 

And most damning of all, she held the company’s original shares–something not even Rick possessed. 

Rick finally intervened. “Silas, that’s enough. Go cool off. I’ll handle this.” 

Rubbing his throbbing head, Silas shot Sharon a final, venomous glare before storming upstairs. 

Once he was gone, Rick let out a slow breath. “I’m sorry, Sharon. We were wrong. We jumped to conclusions. Madam Silverstone–Miles’s mother–called earlier, sobbing that you’d injured her son. I had no idea he’d grown so bold as to lay a hand on a member of this family. Don’t worry. I’ll deal with it. He won’t get off lightly.” 

Sharon said nothing. She understood the political landscape of Marcentine all too well. 

The reason Rick and Silas valued the Silverstone family was simple: they were deeply entrenched in the political sphere. In this world, business and politics were inextricably linked. 1 

The Kalen family’s smooth ascent in Marcentine was built on such alliances–one of which was with the Silverstones. 

That was the only reason she had tolerated Miles’s initial advances, swallowing her disgust for the sake of diplomacy. Offending the oil tycoon and the financier’s sons had been unavoidable, but she wasn’t foolish enough to make enemies without cause. 

Yet, judging by recent events, she had nearly alienated every major family the Kalens were aligned with. It only confirmed what she already knew: the Kalens would consort with anyone, saint or sinner, if there was profit to 

be made. 

Self–serving, calculating, and cold–that was the true nature of the Kalen family. 

Hence, she had never expected Rick to actually take her side. 

“If there’s nothing else, Rick,” she said quietly, “I’m going upstairs to rest.” 

He didn’t stop her. “Go ahead.” 

Sharon turned and ascended the stairs, her figure dissolving into the dim light of the hallway. 

Victoria’s birthday banquet arrived soon after. 

The celebration was particularly grand this year–it was, after all, her first birthday since officially joining the Kalen Group. 

Despite the recent wave of bad press, Victoria’s social stock had only risen since entering the company. 2 

Just days before, she had secured a massive contract for a new subsidiary, further cementing her reputation and amplifying her perceived value.