Thus, I started working at the Hill Group, while Orlin took care of our daily life and pursued his painting.
Seven months later, my work was on track and I gave birth to a healthy, adorable girl.
Both Orlin and Brandon were thrilled.
Brandon transferred 10% of the company’s shares to me and asked me to return after recovering from childbirth.
He had recognized my capabilities over the past months and intended to groom me as the heir of Hill Group.
I was equally delighted as my hard work paid off.
However, Abigail was not pleased.
She angrily confronted Orlin about secretly getting married and having a child.
Orlin calmly responded, "I advised you against continuing with Charlie, and you told me not to interfere in your matters, so I expected the same courtesy from you."
Abigail retorted, "You should have informed me, Orlin. I am your sister."
Orlin replied, "You were busy with Charlie for the past seven months and never contacted me." Abigail was rendered speechless, ending their conversation abruptly.
She still didn’t know I was Orlin’s wife; otherwise, she would be even more upset.
After the call, Orlin was also somewhat irritated.
Frowning, he remarked, "Abigail was so adorable when she was a child; I don't know why she has changed like this."
Then, he picked up our daughter—Althea—and kissed her chubby cheeks, saying, "Althea, you mustn’t turn out like Abigail when you grow up."
I understood why Abigail was so angry.
She always believed that since neither she nor Orlin joined the company, Brandon would equally divide Hill Group’s shares between the two of them.
My involvement disrupted this balance.
If I took over Hill Group in the future, Abigail's potential share would significantly decrease. Nonetheless, I didn't anticipate she would act in such a manner.