“Mum, stop this already! What do you mean she’s not your daughter-in-law? Am I not your son?” Henry demanded, his voice tight with fury, eyes reddening with restrained anger.
“You are,” Mrs Williams snapped, “but I might disown you if you don’t start listening to me. Do you want me to lose face in this city? Among my friends? Even my enemies? Do you want people to laugh behind my back?” Her voice echoed through the mansion, trembling with rage.Henry leaned close to his mother’s ear, his voice low and urgent. “Mum, I’m your son—you know me better than anyone. And Dad is your husband—you know him more than I do. Do you really think he’ll listen if I tell him I won’t marry the woman he picked for me?”He paused, his tone calmer but firm. “Think about it, Mum. Was this even my choice to begin with? And besides... it’s not a bad thing, being married to her.”Mrs Williams’ eyes widened. “I knew it. I knew something was wrong! Don’t tell me you’ve alreaHenry walked away without a word, his face carved with fury. His footsteps echoed as he climbed the stairs to his room, leaving Fulvia behind.Shaking, Fulvia managed to push herself up from the floor and sank into the sofa. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her palms stinging from the glass shards.*****“What was that noise?” Molly whispered, her eyes widening with delight. “Zina, I think the plan worked. The Young Master is shouting at that bitch. I guess I don’t even have to use plan B.” Her lips curved into a triumphant smile.Zina frowned. “But you said the plan was messed up?”“I said sort of. That was because Madam...”“Don’t call her Madam!” Molly snapped, her voice sharp though she tried to keep it low. “When we’re alone, she doesn’t deserve that title. She doesn’t deserve to be Young Master’s wife. Is she any better than us?”Zina sighed, shaking her head. “Molly, try to understand. A title is a title. For now, she is married to Young Master, so she is obviously our Madam. An
“Good evening... hope nothing’s wrong?” Fulvia asked, tilting her head slightly toward the sound of approaching footsteps.“No, madam,” Zina replied with a polite smile, though her tone stayed cautious. “I just came to check on you. Do you need help with anything?”“No, but I can’t find Mia anywhere. I was tired, so I took a shower and dressed up. Do you know where she is? And why isn’t the young master home yet?” Fulvia’s voice was calm but curious.“Madam, I forgot to tell you, Young Master is actually downstairs. As for Mia... I haven’t seen her. She must be busy with something.” Zina kept her distance, her tone just a little too casual.“Alright, since you’re here, take me downstairs. And—what’s your name? Your voice sounds familiar...” Fulvia began, but her words were cut off by the sharp chime of a phone.Zina pretended to answer. “Hello? Hello? Ugh, the network’s bad here... I’ll step out so you can hear me better. Madam, it’s something urgent, please excuse me.” Without waitin
“Molly, I hope this isn’t a plan that will get both of us into trouble,” Zina said, her tone serious, eyes fixed on Molly. “You know I haven’t gotten a job anywhere else yet.”“Zina, calm down. If it was going to land us in trouble, I wouldn’t be asking for your help,” Molly replied softly, her voice coaxing. “Trust me, this plan will work out, and we’ll be safe. Besides, it’s simple.”Zina stayed silent for a moment, then finally asked, “Alright… what’s the plan?”“You were told to make sure that bitch stayed in her room. That means this business deal must be very important to Young Master. What if we gave her the wrong information?” Molly’s eyes glinted with mischief.“What information?” Zina asked, then smirked. “Oh—I think I get it. Instead of letting Madam stay in her room, we confuse her and send her downstairs just as Young Master arrives with his guests. But... who’s going to pass this information? Don’t tell me it’s me.”“That’s exactly my plan,” Molly said, leaning forward.
“What is it? Who’s calling me like I fainted or died?” Molly muttered, rubbing her eyes. The shadows beneath them were darker than usual, proof she’d been losing too much sleep lately.*****The door burst open as Dr Dan rushed in with Nurse Joy at his side.“Nurse Joy, how did this happen?” Dr Dan demanded, already bending over to check John’s condition.“Dr Dan, this man here claims to be the boy’s father. They were arguing and... all I know is, suddenly he pushed John,” Nurse Joy explained, her voice tight with urgency.“What?!” Dr Dan’s gaze snapped to Richard. “Mr Man, are you truly this boy’s father?” He pressed a hand to John’s forehead, feeling for fever.“If I’m not the boy’s father, are you the father?” Richard shot back, his voice booming. “What’s wrong with teaching my son? He’s so weak he faints just like that!” His words dripped with anger.“Nurse Joy, get me mannitol IV or dex immediately,” Dr Dan ordered sharp
Mia quickly snatched the mop from the floor. The sudden scrape of it startled Fulvia, who stirred and shifted her body but was still asleep.Thank God Madam didn’t wake up, Mia thought with relief. She slipped quietly out of the room, closing the door behind her.Once outside, she picked up her pace, phone pressed to her ear. “Richard, don’t shout at my son! He’s sick—can’t you just leave him alone to rest?” her voice trembled with anger.Inside the hospital ward, Nurse Joy stepped forward. “Sir, please... you said you’re John’s father, but his condition has only just stabilized. Could you kindly give him space?” she pleaded, her hand lightly brushing Richard’s arm to guide him back.From across the room, Camille’s eyes narrowed. She thought the nurse’s touch lingered a little too long. Her lips curled into a sly, possessive smile as she walked toward her husband, her hips swaying with deliberate grace.“Baby,” Camille purred, her voice h
The door cracked open, revealing Olivia.“Ah, I’m sorry, my bad... I came in without knocking,” Olivia said, standing in the doorway with her hand still on the handle.Her voice broke the silence in the room.“It’s okay, Olivia. You can come in. Is there anything wrong, or do you have something to tell us?” Mia asked slowly, her tone heavy with sadness.“Mia, it’s nothing serious. Young Master just asked me to call you — he’s in Madam’s room,” Olivia replied.“Okay, I will go... but give me a second.” Mia glanced at Roselia’s face, instantly reading the unspoken message in her expression.“Alright, Mia, I’ll tell Young Master you’re coming soon,” Olivia said, turning toward the door.“Let’s go together now, Olivia,” Mia said firmly after reading Roselia’s expression again — it was telling her to go now and ask for forgiveness.Mia and Roselia stepped out of the room, closing the door behind them.*****