Do you really hate me that much?

"No... no... I'm already full."

Sigourney stood up to gather the dishes and casually asked: "How was the meal?"

Theodore glanced down at his empty plate.

To be honest, the food she cooked couldn't compare to the exquisite dishes prepared by the top chefs he usually ate. But somehow, it tasted surprisingly good.

Better than the skillfully crafted meals from those renowned chefs-and it carried a hint of something more, something warm and familiar.

He looked at her. He wanted to praise her, but it felt awkward. Criticizing it was out of the question, so he casually replied: "Not bad."

"As long as you don't complain, that's good enough."

Theodore noticed a slight hint of disappointment in Sigourney's eyes. He grabbed her wrist and took the dishes from her hands, setting them aside.

"The servants will clean up."

Sigourney nodded and was about to brush his hand aside to head back to her room.

That was when he suddenly noticed something.

"This dress..."

"Oh, I took it from the dressing room. It's colder today, so I picked a longer one than usual."

That wasn't the point. The point was that Sigourney was wearing the clothes he had bought for her.

That room-she had never once stepped foot into it all this time. Yet Theodore still had it cleaned regularly, the clothes inside washed and prepared.

And now, at last, he got to see his wife wearing something he had personally chosen for her.

"What's wrong? Does it not look good?"

"No... It suits you very well."

Theodore finally started to lower his suspicions about Sigourney. Perhaps she truly had accepted him and no longer wanted a divorce.

He let out a quiet sigh of relief and spoke softly: "Go upstairs and rest early. It's late."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Who would dare ring the doorbell of the Twilight mansion this late at night? It was most likely someone from the Wang family.

Aunt Miller glanced at the security camera and frowned.

"It's Ms. Savannah."

Savannah!? She actually had the audacity to come here at this hour. She must be unwilling to accept what happened this morning. What was she scheming now?

Theodore's brows furrowed as he turned and headed up the stairs, clearly irritated.

Sigourney had no intention of letting anyone open the door. But when no one responded, Savannah started making a scene.

Did she think the Twilight mansion was some marketplace?

So annoying.

"Let her in."

Sigourney sat down on the sofa, filling a cup with the tea Aunt Miller had just brought over. She took a sip and inhaled deeply.

She tried to steady herself. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself and would do something terrible to Savannah.

Tearing her apart into a hundred pieces and burning the remains to ashes still wouldn't be enough!

A syrupy sweet voice drifted in from outside, dripping with artificial sincerity.

"Sister, are you still mad at me?"

Mad? No, Sigourney hated her to the marrow of her bones. Just the sight of her made her body tremble with rage.

Savannah had gone to great lengths to get close to Theodore. And just when she thought she had succeeded, she had been mercilessly thrown out of the Twilight mansion by Sigourney. How could she accept it? Six months of effort-all wasted!

Savannah had spent countless hours fabricating tragic stories about marriage, planting them in Sigourney's mind one by one.

She had twisted Sigourney's perception, making her believe that her married life with Theodore would only be a dark and miserable future.

Now, goosebumps prickled Sigourney's skin. Savannah kept rubbing her ample chest against her as she whined an apology.

Disgusting. She felt like throwing up right there.

"Go sit over there."

Savannah ignored her and clung to her spot. She even picked up Sigourney's half-drunk tea and downed the rest.

"Sister, I think-"

"Sit over there."

At the sound of Sigourney's icy voice, Savannah's legs finally began to tremble. A hint of fear flickered in her eyes as she stood up and moved to another seat.

Inside Sigourney's mind, a single thought repeated over and over: 'Rip her head off.'

Stay calm. She had to stay calm.

"It's late. If you have something to say, say it quickly."

"Sister, I don't want you to endure everything alone. Just talk to me."

Was she delirious? What nonsense was she spouting about enduring alone?

"Are you afraid Theodore won't forgive you for what happened at the hotel last month? Don't worry, family and I will protect you. Just let me come here often to chat with you... bla bla bla."

The hotel last month?

The night when Sigourney, following Savannah's plan had drugged Theodore.

She had been the one who would catch him in bed with another woman, leaving him no choice but to agree to a divorce.

Of course, that scheme had come straight from Savannah's vile mind. And as for the woman lying on Theodore's bed that night-who else could it have been but her?

In the end, the drugging part had worked. But Savannah had been the one thrown out of the room without mercy.

And no one could have predicted that Sigourney herself would fall victim to Savannah's scheme. She had been drugged and shoved into a room with a strange man.

Luckily, she had managed to escape just in time before she lost full control.

Sigourney smirked, reaching for the teapot to pour herself another cup of tea. She turned her gaze to Savannah.

"I just don't want a divorce. I want to live in harmony with him."

"Sister, I know what I said earlier, but do you really think he'll let it go so easily once he finds out the truth?"

Savannah subtly flicked her eyes toward the staircase.

What a perfect opportunity.

Theodore was coming down.

Taking full advantage of the moment, she deliberately raised her voice, making sure Theodore could hear everything.

"If Theodore finds out you drugged him and sent me in... and that you went to another man's room and spent the whole night there... then I'm afraid both you and the Nichols family will be in serious trouble."