Chapter 1218 Thanksgiving (VI)

• Chadwick Fullner froze where he stood. The neighbors were talking about the Wembley family’s daughter, a top attorney in Millsborough, heading to Australia. Those keywords lined up too neatly—who else could they mean but Samantha Wembley?
• It was an old-style housing block. Most people there were former coworkers and friends. Everyone knew everyone, and no one could really hide anything. With nothing much to do all day, gossip was the way to kill time.
• The elders were getting up there in years. They didn’t notice Chad listening from a distance, and kept chatting away, because what else did they have to do? “The Wembley family’s had it rough. They only have one daughter, and she’s not filial. Young and still unmarried, she got pregnant first. Then when it was time to marry, the man walked off before they even held a banquet. What do you call that? I heard folks say they did get married and later split, but who knows what really happened. Either way, it sounds like it went bad. If it were good, would she have slipped away without a word to someplace so far? Abandoned her mom and dad. Look at the Wembleys—these days the two of them barely step out the door. If the girl were doing well, would it look like this?”