Chapter 4. Moreen's allegations

"You are a very patient and strong woman, Mrs. Angelina. If I were in your shoes, I would grab Moreen's long hair. I wouldn't let her be happy with Mr. Axton." The two maids were talking about their employer's son-in-law and how angry they were about the incident at the dinner table this morning.

"Since when did you become gossips?" teased Angelina, who had accidentally caught the two servants gossiping about her in the kitchen.

"Forgive us, Mrs. Angelina. We were presumptuous," said Amey, one of the waiters. She smiled embarrassedly and then looked down because she was caught red-handed by her employer.

Angelina handed her a dirty glass left over from last night that she had brought from her room.

"Instead of talking, let's wash this dirty glass," Angelina joked.

"Yes, Mrs. Axton!" This time, it was Silda, Amey's coworker, who answered.

"If you're caught by Mrs. Evelyn, you'll get scolded," said Angelina, because she knew her mother-in-law very well.

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The next day.

"Honey, I'm not going to the office today. I'm not feeling well," Moreen said spoilingly. He was still lying on the bed, covered by a thick blanket.

Axton stood by the bed, still wearing his men's pajamas.

"Alright, Moreen. It's no problem. You must be really tired from serving me all night," Axton said with a mischievous smile.

"But I really liked your game last night, darling," Moreen complimented, grabbing the nape of Axton's neck to bring him closer to his face. Then he gave the man a brief peck on the lips.

"You get some rest; I'm going to take a shower," Axton said, to which Moreen gave a slow nod.

"I love you," Moreen said before Axton entered the bathroom.

"I love you too," Axton replied with a small smile. Then he went to the toilet.

Angelina let out a long sigh when she heard the sweet conversation between Axton and Moreen. Her face looked sad as she stood behind the door. Actually, when she came there, she wanted to tell her husband that the breakfast menu was ready on the dining table.

However, her steps were halted; her hand that was originally going to push the door wide open and then enter the room, was canceled. Angelina opened the door only slightly, barely visible.

Axton's voice sounded very soft to Moreen. Angelina became jealous and also missed Axton's sweet attitude towards her. I wonder when that man will really return to his arms?

"Do I have to end this marriage?" Angelina's mind began to wander because she felt no longer appreciated by her husband.

After knowing Axton was taking a shower, Angelina walked confidently into the room. Her gaze went straight to the bed, where Moreen was sitting, leaning against the bed divan and playing on her cell phone.

Moreen glanced at Angelina, looking displeased with her arrival.

"Can you get out of my husband's life?!" she said quietly but emphatically. "Just tell me, how much money do you want, Moreen?" Angelina continued.

She stood beside the bed, only about a meter away from Moreen, who was sitting relaxed.

"How arrogant of you, Angelina! Who are you to talk to me like that?" Moreen's beautiful face became serious.

"I am Mrs. Axton Barayev Almero! The only daughter-in-law in the Almero family! Have you forgotten?" Angelina began to lean toward Moreen.

Her hands were itching to choke the woman's neck; however, Angelina could still contain her anger.

"You are a shameless daughter-in-law, Angelina. You are not even considered by the Almero family. You should be the one to leave this house!" Moreen smiled sarcastically, as if waving a war flag at Angelina.

Moreen looked like she was ready for war. She was ready to face any situation that would arise in front of her, especially when dealing with Angelina; she considered it no obstacle.

"Who would care about a woman with a deformed uterus like you?" Moreen looked at Angelina with a haughty gaze.

The sound of the bathroom door opening broke the atmosphere. Moreen immediately hit herself in the face, as if Angelina had slapped her.

"Don't hurt me, Angelina! Even if you kill me, I won't leave Axton. I love him so much!" Moreen shouted through tears.

"Angelina!" Axton was very surprised.

Of course, seeing that scene made Axton misunderstand. The man wrapped in a waist-length towel walked quickly to embrace the crying Moreen.

"What have you done to Moreen? Have you gone mad?!" Axton asked in a high tone.

"I didn't do anything to him!" Angelina argued without understanding. She showed both her palms to Axton. "He hurt himself, Axton!"

"Angelina is lying, Axton. She threw her hands in my face several times," Moreen interrupted her crying.

"You're the one lying!" Angelina's fingers pointed at Moreen.

"Never mind, Angelina! No need to defend yourself. You're always looking for reasons to make trouble!" Axton grumbled as he gently stroked Moreen's back, trying to calm the woman down.

Angelina still wanted to explain what really happened, but Axton immediately kicked her out of the room.

"No one will believe you, Angelina!" Moreen grumbled inwardly, feeling victorious, as Axton was on his side.

With her hurt getting worse, Angelina walked quickly out and slammed the door to tell Axton that she was very disappointed that her husband trusted the woman more than her.

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Angelina went to the back area of the house. Sitting pensively on a lawn chair, she stared at the nearly dead white rose tree. The tree looked brown and brittle. There was only one yellow leaf left, and it would probably fall in a few days.

Angelina felt that her life was like that rose tree. Day after day, Angelina felt like she was slowly dying.

Drttt....

Angelina's cell phone vibrated in the pocket of the pants she was wearing. She quickly reached into her pants pocket and took out the cell phone, on the screen of which was written, "Doctor Jhonny."

"Doctor Jhon? What is he calling me for?" Angelina wondered as she pressed the green button and put the phone to her ear.

"Good morning, Mrs. Axton. I'm sorry I didn't get back to you. I've been busy with patients lately," Doctor Jhonny said on the other side.

"Good morning to you too, Doc. Yes, there is no problem," Angelina replied.

"The results of the lab tests we did last month are out. Sorry I'm late with the information."

Angelina's brow furrowed at Doctor Jhonny's admission; she looked confused and surprised. Hadn't she received the lab results from the hospital about 18 days ago?

"Does Ms. Angelina want to take them directly to the hospital, or should we send them there?"

Angelina was still silent. Her head was busy thinking about something. If the lab test results from Doctor Jhonny only came out two days ago, then who did the letter she received belong to? It clearly stated her full name.

"Mrs. Angelina? Are you still there?" Doctor Jhonny asked, because Angelina had not yet made a sound.

"I-yes, Doctor. I'm still here."

"How?" asked Doctor Jhonny about his previous question.

"No need to drive here, Doc. Let me come to the hospital."

"All right, ma'am. When you arrive, just come straight to my room."

"Okay, Doc. Thank you for calling."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Angelina."

Angelina quickly turned off the phone. She got up from the garden chair and rushed to the hospital. Her curiosity was unstoppable. Had Doctor Jhonny made a mistake? Or had someone deliberately sent her a fake lab result letter?