A sudden gut feeling told Tracy something was off.
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She already wanted to leave the Jackmans, and the more Erin tried to hold her back, the less she wanted to stay.
Her voice was low but firm. “I’m packing up now, and I’m leaving the Jackmans.”
Benjamin’s anger, which Erin had just calmed, red up again. But Tracy didn’t give him a chance to speak. She spun around and headed straight for her room.
She didn’t care about the Jackmans‘ stuff, but she wasn’t about <i>to </i>leave her own things behind in that awful ce.
Tracy didn’t have much–just some art supplies and a few cheap clothes.
Packing didn’t take long, but as she opened the door, Andrew caught up to her.
Seeing that she was really leaving made Andrew, usually calm and steady, suddenly angry. “Tracy, what are you trying to do?”
But Tracy wasn’t interested in arguing.
No matter what <i>I </i>do–<i>or </i><i>even </i><i>when </i><i>I’ve </i><i>done </i><i>nothing</i><i>–</i><i>the </i><i>Jackmans </i><i>always </i>see me as the troublemaker<i>. </i>
So, what’s the <i>point</i><i>? </i>
She looked away from Andrew and walked past him like he was a stranger.
“What…”
Andrew froze and reached out to grab her, but missed her hand and knocked her bag to the floor,
Clothes and art tools spilled everywhere, sharp and cruel, stabbing at Andrew’s chest like knives.
He blurted out, “Is that all you’re taking from the Jackmans?”
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He never imagined those cheap clothes would be what Tracy would wear one day.
Tracy pressed her lips tight. “These are my things. They have nothing to do with the Jackmans.”
She bent down to pick everything up without looking at Andrew and started to leave again.
This time, Andrew grabbed her wrist, annoyed. “What do you mean, ‘my things‘?”
Does <i>she </i><i>have </i><i>to </i><i>say </i><i>it </i><i>so </i><i>coldly</i><i>, </i><i>separating </i><i>herself </i><i>from </i><i>us </i><i>like </i><i>that</i><i>? </i>
Tracy turned with a cold smile. “What, Mr. Andrew, do you think I stole from the Jackmans? Want to frisk me?”
“Tracy, that’s enough!”
Andrew finally lost his cool, yanking her wrist and roughly pushing her to the side.
With a loud noise, everything she was holding flew out, and Tracy hit the ground hard.
Andrew’s angry face froze, suddenly flickering with panic and
worry.
I didn’t <i>even </i><i>use </i><i>much </i><i>force</i>–why <i>did </i><i>she </i><i>fall </i><i>so </i><i>badly</i><i>? </i>
He moved to help her up, but Tracy emptied the rest of her bag’s contents.
“Mr. Andrew, check if anything here belongs to you Jackmans, so you don’t use me of stealingter. I’m not sure I could handle that.”
Andrew’s foot halted mid–step.
Less than three feet separated them, but it felt like a huge gap yawned between
them.
A heavy disappointment settled over Andrew. “Tracy, can’t you be reasonable? Why do you have to make the whole family miserable and give outsiders something tough at?
“Do you know how much damage today’s drama would do if the media got wind of it? To thepany?”
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<i>Maybe </i>I’ve <i>spoiled </i><i>Tracy </i><i>too </i><i>much</i>, <i>letting </i><i>her </i><i>get </i><i>away </i><i>with </i><i>bad </i><i>behavior</i>.
<i>Maybe </i><i>her </i>fall was some twisted <i>cry </i><i>for </i><i>attention</i>.
Andrew’s voice went cold.
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He clearly forgot that back when Tracy upset him, he’d only ever pinched her check and never hurt her.
Even when she screamed in pain, he worried he’d been <i>too </i>rough, not that she was acting out.
Tracy had long stopped hoping for the Jackmans, but Andrew’s words still stabbed deep.
“I don’t think I’m capable of making the Jackmans miserable.” She chuckled bitterly.
“Mr. Andrew, don’t worry. I won’t set foot in the Jackman Vi again, and I won’t say a word about your family outside. So you don’t have to pretend to care about the Jackman name and beg me to stay.”
She didn’t look at Andrew again. Gathering her things, she pushed herself up.
Turning, she saw Walter standing there–the one who should have been at the hospital with Franklin.
Her heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, she hid her bag behind her back and nced past Walter.
Benjamin, Liam, and Erin followed, but not the person Tracy was searching for.
Walter knew exactly who she was looking for and exined, “Mr. Franklin can’t leave the hospital, but he’s worried about you, so I came back to check on you.”
If Walter hadn’t been here foday, he never would’ve guessed Tracy was about to be kicked out of the Jackmans.
For the first time, Walter felt a bitter pang of disappointment toward the Jackmans.
<i>Even </i><i>without </i>blood ties, she’s the kid they raised–how could they <i>be </i>so heartless?
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He looked at Tracy with kindness and encouragement in his eyes. “Ms. Tracy, be honest with me–where are you going?”
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