It had been three weeks since Henrietta had been on probation. She was forced to abase herself during the second week. When Greta Christopher appeared on the frontpage of every fashion magazine, Henrietta was so envious of her and couldn't help but get angry at the same time. Although she had another conversation with Mr Wilson but it didn't yield a good result. After all, he had an agreement with Mr Sullivan. Richard got him what the industry wanted and he also had to give him something in return.The last person she cared about was Miguel. Dolly encouraged her to go on a vacation, and she agreed. Although Richard eventually granted her to come for Miguel anytime she wanted, she would have to bring him back to the mansion in the next three days, as it was stated in their agreement. Dolly did a thorough investigation in the industry during the time Henrietta was away, she eventually found out the reason for an expected probation. There were people that knew everything that happened i

It all started that night. The conversation with attorney Drew was left in hang, Richard informed him to give him little time to contemplate. Both parties fixed a date to meet up, and like it was predicted Richard flared up and ruined everything. Henrietta had brainwashed her attorney that he didn't see lies in everything she told him. The truth was palpable but he chose to believe only her lies and pay deaf ears to other important things.No matter the circumstances, Richard would never let go of his son, not when he was undergoing medical. That night the babysitter confronted him, actually, she wanted to inform him about Miguel's health. He was ill, and it had been three days since it all happened. Charlene wanted to remain silent. However, her subconscious was killing her. She wanted to wait for him till he told her what the matter was. She apparently noticed how restless he had become for the past few days. After all, they were a couple, they were supposed to share problems and

Charlene walked out of the kitchen the moment a maid was assisting Henrietta with the luggage. She looked toward the door to see who was coming. Puzzled, she had no idea who the luggage belonged to, and since Henrietta hadn't stepped inside she couldn't conclude. After all, Richard didn't inform her a guest was coming over to the mansion. She called back the maid with the luggage before she could walk past her. “Who does that belong to?” She asked curiously.She stopped walking. She whirled and bowed her head a little. “It's Ms Henrietta's.” She replied politely.Charlene was taken aback for a few seconds. She looked vaguely around as if she didn't understand what the maid divulged. “Henrietta?” Charlene wondered what could bring her to the mansion. The last time she had a conversation with Richard, he informed her everything would be over soon, and that was two weeks ago. That was the last time they talked about Miguel. Lately, everything conversation was about the baby she was carry

“Are you okay?” Richard reached out to her. He looked down at the food and saw that she barely ate her food. She blocked her mouth with a hand, breathing slowly. “My stomach feels upset. I think it's my morning sickness. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.” She dropped the cutlery on the napkin. She smiled faintly.“Is there anything you crave for? You don't seem to have a healthy appetite.”She shook her head. “No. I'll be okay.” She pushed the chair back a little. “I'm going back to the room.” “All right.” He attempted to stand up, she lifted a brow and gestured to him not to bother himself coming with her. “I lost my appetite.” He explained. She figured he wouldn't listen to her even if stayed back at the diner. She shrugged off. “Okay.” She turned to a maid next to her. “You can clean up now.” She left the dining room with him. “Do you have a plan for today?” He asked, walking inside the roomShe walked over to the bed, she sat down and faced him, then nodded. “Yes, I promise

“How's Miguel? I couldn't check on him because Henrietta won't let me in. Is he okay?” Charlene asked, changing into her nightdress, then walked up to the bed.Sitting up on the bed with his laptop next to him, he was working on it in total concentration. “He's getting better.” He answered her without looking up.Charlene climbed up from the bed and moved close to him, peeking into what he was doing. “Have you heard from Ariel? The maid told me she didn't come here today.”“I got a call from her, she won't be coming to the mansion for a while.” He answered calmly, not looking away from the laptop.Charlene looked at him sharply. “Did you fire her?”“No.”“So, what happened to her?”He stopped his finger halfway close to the keyboard. He closed his eyes briefly and sighed softly. “She just needs a break. And please, Charlene, enough questions. I have to work this out and if you keep asking questions, I won't be able to concentrate.” She blinked slowly, making a hilarious expression. “