Semua Bab The Broken Ring: Rewriting the Illegitimate Heiress' Fate: Bab 21 - Bab 30

"Where is she?"  A voice suddenly interrupts a joyful conversation. Turning her head to the side, a figure of a tall man in a suit stands beside their coffee table. Recognizing who it was, her smile immediately disappears. "Rupert Kilmer…what an unpleasant surprise…" Lacey Mitchell's assistant, Limwel Jorge, stops to look at the man. It takes him a while before he finally identifies the new person in their midst. "Aren't you Mr. Kilmer's second son?" Limwel unconsciously blurts out. Pissed by what he just uttered, Rupert gives the man a deadly glare, prompting the latter to retract his tongue by the accidental slip. 

My ears ached with the clock's relentless ticking, hating every passing minute. I took a deep breath and glanced nervously out the fogged glass windows that had been splattered with raindrops. The day finally came. I thought I was already off the hook, seeing that I hadn't received any notice, asking for my presence since the wedding happened. How complacent of me. "That person" was out of the country on official business until recently. It's possible he's already heard the news, but business, as usual, takes first priority. An event like a wedding ceremony doesn't reach that list. He's always been like that. I haven't had a moment to myself since my heated discussions with Stephan Smith and Lacey Mitchell. And yet, his secretary called, insisting that I come to his office a

Fuck. My head hurts. The back of my hand went to my throbbing head, and I gave it a little rub. It's been a long day, damn it. The instant I stepped into the elevator, I felt my energy drain away, as if I could finally relax now that I was back in familiar territory. My hand went to my stomach, which was still hurting just as much as my head. That wretched old man...that was a harsh beating! On the other hand, I couldn't help but think back to what had happened earlier, namely that man's revelation about Lia's mother. That's something she's never mentioned to me. We promised not to hide secrets from each other, and she has always kept her word. But there's

"Hey, hun! I cooked us dinner. Let's eat–wait, you're packing already?" I asked as soon as I saw her packing her things in her favorite red suitcase. I couldn't help but smile at her buoyant spirit as she hummed to herself and rummaged through her closet for an outfit. "Yup! There's absolutely no time to lose!" she screams as she carelessly stacks her expensive gowns on the suitcase. I shook my head and reached for it instead. "Here. Let me do it." I grabbed the hangers from her and began to fold them up nicely. I rearranged the items she had previously stuffed inside to make room for more. "Thanks!" She quickly ran off inside the closet. As I was folding her clothes, I realized that she had an unusually large

"Thank you. You're the first to greet me today..." I uttered with tears in my eyes. I couldn't hold it any longer. It was the first nice thing I've heard since waking up. And it's even worth it enduring the insults from earlier. Sammy's hands landed on my cheeks, wiping off the tears drenching my face. Every stroke he made it made me calm and emotional at the same time. "Normally, I would be the second. I'm sorry if it's only me today. If Madam Marion is still here, there'll be two of us celebrating right now." I bawled my eyes out, hearing the madam's name once again. Marion Meyer…the previous head housekeeper of this place. If Sammy stood like a father figure to me, Marion is…was..the one who stepped up as a mother in my life after mom passed away years ago. One of the few people…who truly cared for me. When she stood as the head, the staff couldn't dare bully me. Though, with the exception of Stephan and that man, the others were wary of her. Together with Sammy, they prote