Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

The Little Princess even compared her with the ugliest woman in their class, now that sincerity truly made her feel "touched."

Of course, from Scarlett Yates’s understanding, this girl named Riley Rogers couldn’t be as terrifying as the Little Princess said, not only not terrifying, but actually quite beautiful.

One can only say that a woman’s jealousy is really quite frightening, regardless of age, it’s essentially the same.

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Scarlett Yates spent her first night at the Yates Family.

Perhaps because she was relaxed and burden-free, she slept quite well that night, sleeping until she naturally woke up.

When she just woke up, someone was knocking on her door.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed, asking in a muffled voice, "Who is it?"

"Miss Yates, you’re awake, I’m Hattie. The sir asked me to call Miss Yates down for breakfast."

Scarlett Yates rubbed her eyes again, yawned, and looked at the wall opposite her. The wall clock showed exactly eight o’clock.

Last night, Scarlett Yates didn’t see Noah Yates before going to sleep; he was said to be out socializing and wouldn’t return that night.

Unexpectedly, this early morning, he returned home.

She thought last night that if Noah hadn’t returned today, she would call him and ask him to arrange for Uncle Marshall to take her to the hospital to see Matthew Saxon. Now that Noah Yates is back, she can bring up the matter in person.

She yawned again and quickly responded, "Alright, I got it."

Scarlett Yates quickly rolled off her bed and got herself ready swiftly; it took her less than ten minutes. Shortly afterwards, she was walking downstairs feeling refreshed.

In the dining room.

There were several people seated at the table: Rose Yates, Nolan Yates, and Noah Yates.

The dining table was silent, only the rustling sound of Noah Yates flipping through the newspaper could be heard, occasionally interspersed with the crisp clinking of knives and forks hitting plates.

Old Master Yates always got up early, having breakfast before seven and now had gone to the backyard to water his flowers and plants.

Scarlett Yates noticed a place already set with a standard Western breakfast, positioned just to the left side of Noah Yates’s first seat.

She walked over consciously and sat down.

Once seated, she saw Noah Yates frowning slightly, tossing the newspaper onto the table, and turned his head to look at her with a somewhat discontented expression.

Oh, Scarlett Yates seemed to just remember she forgot to greet him.

She tugged her lips, forcing a very reluctant smile and called out quite reluctantly, "Dad."

"Hmm." Although Scarlett Yates’s attitude was clearly a bit perfunctory, Noah Yates seemed fairly satisfied, nodded slightly, and took the initiative to explain to her, "I know you used to prefer having porridge and side dishes, soy milk and fried dough sticks in the morning, but the chef for Chinese breakfasts has some family affairs these days, taking a few days off, so only Western breakfast is available. If you don’t like it, tomorrow I can have them prepare a Chinese-style breakfast for you in advance."

After speaking, as if recalling something, his face showed a nostalgic expression, lightly sighed, his gaze somewhat dazed as he looked at Scarlett Yates: "Your mom’s homemade soy milk was the best-tasting, I still remember the flavor to this day. It’s a pity that over all these years, with so many chefs changing, no one can replicate that taste."

Scarlett Yates’s hand holding the milk cup stiffened for a moment, her fingers involuntarily tightened: "But there’s nothing in this world that can’t be replaced; no matter who’s missing, the Earth keeps spinning just the same. Aren’t you already used to eating Western breakfast now, Dad?"