During the occasional dinner party, he'd bring up his daughter. Whenever he did, Jackson Kensington would be exceptionally proud, endlessly boasting to everyone that he had a wonderful daughter.
At the thought, Jackson Kensington subconsciously puffed out his chest like a majestic rooster.
His gaze drifted over to Naomi Kenway, and his brow furrowed in disgust.
If Jeanette Kensington was a source of pride and peace of mind, Naomi Kenway was the complete opposite. She was rebellious and contrary, always managing to mess things up.
She was never ladylike as a child. Climbing trees and raiding birds' nests were her standard antics. She had no mind of her own; whatever Jan wanted to learn, she wanted to learn too, but she'd always give up partway through. She had no perseverance whatsoever.
