That gentle, considerate tone of hers—she carried herself exactly like she was his rightful wife.
Ross let out a sneer. “Don’t bother with her, Zamora. She’s just used to getting her way—trying to piss me off by threatening to quit.”
His gaze swept toward me, cold and sharp. “The only reason I let you join the company was because I felt sorry for you, Issy. Don’t start thinking you actually matter. Without me, what would you be? You’re an orphan—would you even have what you have now?”
Orphan.
That word exploded in my ears. I couldn’t even remember how many times he’d called me that.
I used to think his care came from affection and tenderness. Only now do I see—it was just pity from someone looking down on me.
It felt like something inside my chest tore open, cold pain spreading through me.
I clenched my teeth and forced my voice to stay calm. “Sir, I’m here to hand in my resignation, not to be humiliated by you. Any reason is not a justification for you to stop my resignation.”
He froze for a second when I called him “Sir” but quickly regained that familiar indifference.
He shoved my resignation letter back across the desk, his tone sharp and commanding.