Chapter 7
“What?” The girl stared in disbelief. “You’ve got some nerve! How dare you even get mixed up in this?“}
“What am I supposed to be scared of? She’s just a cripple. You really think she can do anything to me?”
The Newton family already reached out to her. They promised her that if she gave them a child, she’d get to marry Oliver. That’s why she’s so desperate to get pregnant now. If she really does end up having a baby, maybe she’ll actually become Mrs. Newton.
“Turns out being pretty just isn’t enough.” Even in that wheelchair with sweat–damp hair stuck to her forehead, Patricia’s beauty was impossible to hide.
If she weren’t stuck in that chair, she would have half the men in the city falling at her feet.
“Miss, do you know that woman?” In the elevator, Jackson glanced at Patricia, who was resting with her eyes closed, and hesitated before asking.”
Patricia opened her eyes slowly. The pain in them faded, and she looked clear and calm. “Oliver’s mistress.“>
Jackson didn’t wear his emotions on his sleeve like Marian, but the second Patricia said that, his whole vibe shifted, cold and intense, the air growing heavy.
“Disgusting cheaters. Shameless.”
Yeah. Completely shameless.“}
Patricia was never the kind to swallow her anger. If the mistress had the guts to show up and flaunt herself, she definitely wasn’t letting it slide. “Send someone to teach her a lesson.”
“Got it.”
Back at the Newton estate, Patricia could hear raised voices as soon as she walked in. Marian was in the middle of a heated argument.
When Patricia stepped inside, she spotted a familiar housekeeper standing in the living room.
Was she here to help? Or to keep an eye on things?
“Pattie, you’re back just in time,” Marian called, sounding both annoyed and helpless. “This woman called Judy says she’s here to take over my job.“[]
It was obvious to anyone what was going on here–an outsider trying to push her out. Spying, more like.
Patricia’s gaze swept over Judy, cold and unbothered. Her voice was even colder. “We don’t need extra people around. Judy, you can go.“>
“But, ma’am, Mrs. Newton sent me,” Judy said, nervous and unwilling to leave without permission.
Patricia had just gotten back from rehab, exhausted and still weak. She really didn’t have the energy for this kind of drama.
But when Judy tried to pull the old lady’s authority on her, Patricia’s expression turned icy.”
She fixed Judy with a stare so sharp it could cut glass–dark, cold, and intimidating. “Judy, as long as I haven’t divorced Oliver, this is still my home.“@
She made sure to speak slowly, her warning clear: “It’s my home. So who put you in charge?“}
“M–Ma’am, I just…“)
That look in her eyes was seriously unsettling.
Judy remembered the first time she’d met Patricia’s uncle–a man who’d seen battle, with an animal sharpness in his gaze. He could make your knees buckle without saying a word.
Patricia’s stare right now felt exactly the same.
“Jackson*%
Jackson let go of the wheelchair and walked toward Judy, polite but firm. “Judy, would you rather walk out on your own, or should I help you out?
“1-1 can go on my own “%
She knew better than to mess with these people. Compared to Mrs. Newton, this young lady was on a whole different level.
Once Judy left, Jackson grabbed Patricia’s cane from the kitchen and handed it to her.
Leaning on the cane, Patricia slowly pushed herself up and made her way upstairs, taking it one careful step at a time.§
