As the tinted front window of the car was winded down, Ainslie's forced smile transformed into genuine surprise and delight upon seeing Clinton. Her tired eyes widened as she recognized him, and a spark of warmth ignited within her."Hi!" Clinton waved at her, his friendly gesture accompanied by a warm smile. He then stepped out of the car and walked over to where Ainslie stood, the anticipation clear in his eyes."Hey, hi. What are you doing here?" Ainslie asked, a mix of curiosity and excitement evident in her voice."Ainslie, I just returned from London, you know," Clinton replied, his tone carrying a hint of enthusiasm. "Oh, I guess that's why I never met you after you spoiled me on my birthday with my friends some months back," Ainslie remarked, a touch of playfulness coloring her words. She couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed for not connecting the dots sooner.Clinton chuckled, his laughter carrying a genuine warmth. "Oh, you still remember that," he said, his voice fi

Ainslie glared at him, her eyes filled with disappointment and resentment. "Fuck you," she spat before storming off to their bedroom, leaving Bryson standing alone, burdened by the weight of their mounting troubles. Bryson let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of their strained relationship and the dire circumstances closing in on him. After a while, he gathered the strength to follow Ainslie into the bedroom, hoping to find a way to bridge the growing divide between them.As he entered the room, his eyes caught sight of several shopping bags placed on the bed. He realized Ainslie was taking a shower in the bathroom and walked up to the bed. As he stood near the bed, his curiosity piqued as he examined the contents of the bags. As he rummaged through the items, his surprise grew. Expensive clothes, sparkling jewelry, and an array of feminine accessories filled the bags. He couldn't help but wonder where Ainslie had acquired so much money to indulge in such a shopping spree.

Mark, Ainslie's father, rose from his seat, his expression a mix of anticipation and worry. He left the dining room and made his way towards the living room, with the rest of the family following closely behind. As they entered the living room, the sight before them caught Anslie's parents off guard. Anslie stood a few feet away from the door, her luggage boxes by her side, a mixture of determination and vulnerability in her eyes. Mark couldn't help but voice his surprise and confusion. "What are you doing here?" Mark asked, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and curiosity. Anslie took a step forward, closing the distance between her and her family. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before responding. "I don't have a house anymore, Father," she admitted, her voice filled with a hint of resignation. "I…" Before Anslie could continue, her words trailed off involuntarily. The atmosphere in the room shifted as her family's attention was drawn towards the open

The unexpected action left Bryson startled and bewildered, as he struggled to regain his composure. His confusion turned into anger as he looked up to see Dulgad smiling, his expression filled with an unpleasant satisfaction. The sight irked him, exacerbating the unpleasantness of the situation."Hey, good-for-nothing brother-in-law, that's where you ought to be. On the floor," Dulgad spat, his words laced with disdain. "Who the hell gave you the audacity to think that you will be able to dine with us, you mediocre?" Bryson's frustration grew, and he couldn't help but retort, his voice tinged with anger, "So, you pulled the chair on purpose, Dulgad?" Dulgad's smirk widened, clearly finding amusement in Bryson's discomfort. He exchanged a glance with Miranda, who was holding back her laughter, further fueling Bryson's indignation."Obviously, Bryson. Are you blind?" Dulgad responded, his tone dripping with condescension. Bryson's face flushed with a mixture of anger and humiliat

Later in the day, Ainslie stepped out of the bustling photo shooting hall in the agency, her energy depleted. She navigated her way through the busy corridors, seeking solace in the familiar confines of the dressing room. With a heavy sigh, she closed the door behind her, ready to retouch her makeup and gather herself. As she stood before the well-lit vanity mirror, her eyes met the reflection of her weary face. Lines of exhaustion etched across her features, and she couldn't help but lament her current state. "Gosh, I look bad now," she whined softly, her voice filled with self-criticism. Lost in her thoughts, she was momentarily unaware of the presence that entered the room."Gosh, I need to relieve myself of the day's stress or I'll burn out," Ainslie mused aloud, her words tinged with a hint of desperation. It was at that moment that a voice, gentle and familiar, interrupted her internal monologue."I can help you, darling," the voice offered, breaking through the silence of t