She then came downstairs and saw that all of her family members were around.

Clarissa was playing cards with Matthew, Yaala, and Henry while Ellie sat beside her and gave her tips on how she should play her hand.

Damian was doing some work on his computer all by himself. Ellie's son, Ignatius, kept his head low and played with his phone on the sofa next to him.

Wrenna had forgotten when was the last time she saw such a lively scene at home.

Ellie was the first to notice Wrenna coming downstairs and called out to her, "Wren, you're finally awake! I bet you must be hungry after sleeping for so long, huh? Come on, dinner's ready in the kitchen!" Clarissa quickly got up upon hearing that. "Here, take my place, Ellie!"

She then walked up to Wrenna, patted her on the head, and gently squeezed her cheeks as she said, "Mhmm, you look a lot better after getting some rest. Now, hurry up and eat your dinner! Don't worry about them..."

Even Wrenna's own parents didn't care that much about her and kept their heads low as they focused on the card game.

Henry did look up at one point and felt relieved when he saw how well Clarissa was treating his daughter. Clarissa then dragged Wrenna into the kitchen and sat her down at the table before serving up dinner.

Damian came over and joined them shortly after, but Clarissa ignored him and focused solely on Wrenna. As she was really starving at the time, Wrenna too, ignored Damian and wolfed down her food. Poor Damian only received some attention from Wrenna after she was done eating.

"Why aren't you at work today, Damian?" she asked.

"Because it's Sunday!" Damian replied with a smile.

"Huh? I was asleep for that long?"

"Yeah, you were simply too tired."

Clarissa then led Wrenna back to the living room while completely ignoring Damian the whole time.

"I think you should forget about the transfer, Wren. It's pointless, and you've already learned a lot about the subject by now. I can get you a teacher if you want to learn more, and I can have Damian hire you as his secretary or something. In fact, I could even have you replace any of the directors! They don't seem to be doing much work anyway, so it'll be fine! Just forget about the transfer, okay?"

Wrenna kept quiet and didn't seem to like that idea very much.

Clarissa let out a sigh as she continued, "If you insist on doing the transfer, we can get that taken care of as well. Even so, you don't have to work so hard after that. Feel free to ask Damian if you come across anything you have difficulty with."

"I've already promised Damian I'd take the exam, and I think I can score at least sixty marks. Besides, the dean has agreed to let me transfer if I can achieve that." "Exam? I don't think that's necessary, though."

"But I want to do it. My efforts throughout the past few months would've been for nothing if I don't take the exam!" Wrenna insisted.

"Just let her take the exam if she wants to, Clare. She won't give up until she learns her lesson. You're staying in the Department of Art if you fail the exam, you hear?"

Yaala's voice was heard coming from the poker table, and she did not hold back on her cold attitude toward her daughter at all.

Wrenna bit down on her lip and said stubbornly, "Fine, I won't transfer if I fail the exam!"

It was obvious that Yaala had no faith in her at all.

Noticing the sad look on Wrenna's face, Clarissa shot Damian a fierce glare, and he could only rub his nose awkwardly in response.

"We've watched you grow up, Wren. You're pretty much like a daughter to us. In fact, you could even say we're a lot closer than we are with Damian, so feel free to tell us if you're suffering and want to get a divorce. We have your back, so there's no need for you to suffer unnecessarily like this!" Ellie spoke up all of a sudden.

"No, we're not getting divorced or anything! Right, Damian?"

Wrenna got all nervous as she was afraid of being divorced, and Damian felt his heart ache when he saw her like that.

"Ellie, will you please stop scaring Wren? We don't do divorces in our family."

"Hmph! That depends!"

Even Ellie was being rude toward Damian, and everyone in the family seemed to be taking Wrenna's side.

"Wren, we're not just saying all this for your parents. Clare and I are really on your side, and we'll kick Damian's ass if he has hurt you. So, don't worry and just do whatever you feel like doing!" "Mom and Ellie, I know you all care about me, but I'm fine! I really am! You guys are making it sound like Damian has done something terrible when he hasn't done anything like that! You've all misunderstood him!"

They were all worried about Wrenna, but they couldn't do nor say anything further since she loved Damian so much that she was willing to suffer for him.

Yaala had expected that response from her daughter.

"See, what did I tell you guys? This girl is just stubborn, so there's no point in saying anything more!"

Wrenna flashed them an apologetic smile in response, and Clarissa placed an arm around her shoulder as she said, "Don't feel burdened or anything, Wren. We were just speaking our minds, that's all!" As they didn't want to pressure Wrenna any further, they had to divert that pressure onto Damian instead.

Unbeknownst to Wrenna, they had already confronted Damian about it while she was still asleep.

Clarissa was the first to start the interrogation, and she held nothing back as she was on good terms with Yaala and Henry.

"Do you remember what you promised me, Damian? You said you would treat Wren well and love her like a wife, but look at her now! She may claim that she's doing this for your sake, but it's obvious that she's only doing this because you make her feel insecure! Don't even bother arguing with me on this, because Wren matters more to me than you do over here! On top of that, she's your wife, so anything that goes wrong with her is your fault!"

"Right, my bad..." Damian said with a wry smile.

"Hmph! If you know that, then why don't you treat her better? It's clearly your fault for having her suffer so much because of you!"

"Yes, it's all my fault."

"It isn't your fault for not loving Wren. Before you two got married, I told Wren that you may not love her, but she insisted on marrying you anyway. She made this choice herself, so whatever she's doing now is on her. Damian did nothing wrong," Yaala said.

"How is this not his fault? There must've been a reason why Wren would insist on getting a transfer so suddenly!"

Damian frowned slightly and hesitated for a bit, but decided to voice his guess anyway.

"She saw Stella lately. Stella is currently collaborating with my company and teaching economics part-time at her university."

Clarissa's expression turned gloomy the moment she heard him mention Stella.

She was about to lash out at him but held herself back when she saw Yaala beside them.

Even so, the look on her face was evidence of how furious she was.

As Damian made no attempts to explain any further, Clarissa snapped after everyone had gone silent and yelled angrily at him, "Damian, you are an as*hole!"

Clarissa was so mad that she wanted to hurl a string of vulgarities at him, but then realized she would be cursing at her son in front of everyone else.

In the end, she could only storm off angrily to calm herself down outside.

Yaala, on the other hand, simply shot Damian a cold glare in response and kept quiet.

Having watched Damian as he grew up, she knew his character like the back of her hand. However, remaining in contact with one's ex was something some women would not put up with.

Yaala then left shortly after, leaving Matthew and Henry at the table with Damian.

As Matthew had married his first love, he was unable to comprehend why the women were so mad at Damian.

Henry, on the other hand, had been with a lot of women, so he could understand why they felt that way toward Damian. While he couldn't bring himself to comfort the husband of his daughter who was suffering, he did ask him one thing, "Damian, are you still in contact with that woman?"

"We are not in contact with each other outside of work. You can ask my assistant Johannes about it if you don't believe me."

"That's fine, we believe you. We know you won't do anything that crosses the line, but women tend to get jealous very easily. Could you maybe terminate the partnership or collaborate with someone else from her company instead?"

Damian paused for a moment upon hearing that suggestion.

"I think I should be able to do that."

"Okay, you do that, then. Just because we trust you doesn't mean you should just ignore what this woman is doing. Given how your mom and mother-in-law reacted earlier, it's obvious that they really hate this sort of thing. Besides, look how far Wren has gone because of you. I think it's fair to say that it is indeed your fault."

Damian accepted everything they said without any complaints whatsoever.

After taking some time to calm down, Clarissa waited till no one was around before approaching Damian and speaking her mind.

"Damian, do you still hate me for separating you and Stella back then?"

Damian shook his head. "No, I don't."

"I told you she wasn't a good fit for you. She grew up in a terrible family environment with an alcoholic father and an irresponsible mother. That's why I don't think she would have a decent personality. I also told you she's incredibly scheming and manipulative, but you were so deeply in love that you disagreed with me. I'll admit, I did go a little overboard with what I said, nitpicked a lot, and threatened you into breaking up with her. You gave in and agreed to it eventually, but you still miss her, don't you?"

"Mom, I actually..."

"It's fine, you don't have to say it. I was afraid that you would end up being hurt by the first woman you loved, but your dad was right. I was being too cautious. You're a grown adult, and I should've told you the truth behind my objection to your relationship with Stella."

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