My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 1785

“No, it’s Elma, my housekeeper. Her grandson’s gone missing at the hospital.”

Achild went missing!

Rosalynn’s face grew serious as she tried to reassure Tilda. “Don’t worry, we'll find him. Everything's going to be fine.”

Tilda just nodded, staring out the window, her fingers clenched around her bag strap.

In the company...

Wilton found himself swimming in a sea of troubles, his connection with Tilda, growing more distant by the day.

Once a vision of adorableness with her big doe eyes, Tilda used to await his return from business trips, hungering for a hug. The days when she sweetly called him “Daddy” in her soft, tender voice felt like a distant dream.

When did the tides change?

He forgot everything because of how busy he was.

In her senior year of high school, Tilda boldly moved out, and only then did Wilton realize the chasm that had formed between them.

Shaking off his thoughts, Wilton returned a call to Renata.

“Renata, | spoke to Tilda. The script alteration wasn’t solely her decision. Maybe Ivy should take a bow and leave the crew.” The friction between Tilda and Ivy had reached a boiling point.

Wilton wished his younger daughter would leave the crew.

On the other end, Renata had the phone on speaker, and Ivy overheard Wilton’s words, promptly seizing the phone, her agitation bursting forth.

“You want me to quit? Dad, it’s Tilda aiming at me! You should be telling her to leave the crew, not me!” Wilton scowled. “Ivy, Tilda got hired for her scriptwriting chops. | can’t just require her to quit.” Ivy shot back, “Sure, she has her talent, but she’s still an employee. For my sake, you invested in this TV drama. That’s to say, |

can be sort of an investor, a patron. She should be bending over backward for me, not targeting me! If she’s against me, can’t we cut her loose? | should have a say, right?”

Wilton’s expression darkened. “Ivy, both of you are my daughters.

I've always been partial toward you. Tilda earned her stripes since childhood; she’s a scriptwriting sensation. And you? | won't tally up the bills I’ve footed for you since day one. Now, you want me to give your sister the boot for your sake? Does that square with you?”

Ivy was taken aback, her emotions shifting like sand dunes. “Dad, are you saying I’m not as sharp and sensible as Tilda?”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Enough, I’ve got other fish to fry. Spare me these trifles. I'll say it straight; professions have their own world. Acting is not a cakewalk. Stick to dancing if you can’t cut it!”

With that, Wilton hung up.