Semua Bab Rejected by him, desired by all : Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Give that to me. Let me talk some sense into that man,” Roselia snapped, snatching the phone from Mia. “Roselia, please calm down. Let it slide. I’ll talk to him myself,” Mia whispered, reaching for the phone. “Listen, Richard, or whatever your name is,” Roselia began, her voice sharp with rage. “Who are you? Please give the phone back to my wife,” Richard said calmly. “You don’t deserve to know. You son of a bitch,” Roselia hissed. “And don’t you dare call her your wife. I don’t even understand you. Wait—are you trying to kill my friend?” Richard was speechless. “Oh, so now you’re mute?” she barked. “My friend is struggling to raise a child on her own, and you’re throwing all the bills at her like she’s nothing. Are you crazy?” “Did she tell you that...” Richard tried to respond. “Shut up, you bastard!” Roselia cut in, her voice laced with fury. “Tell me it’s not true. Are you not John’s father? You don’t even deserve that title, it doesn’t suit you.” “Roselia, plea

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

“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 forwa

Henry 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

Mia rushed to the dining table, panic clear in her trembling voice.“Young Master, the food was prepared by Madam. She woke up early this morning just to make it for you. Is... is there something wrong with it?”Henry’s fork clattered against the plate as his eyes darkened. His voice was sharp, dripping with disdain.“Something wrong? She’s blind, Mia. Blind! How can she cook for me? Are the kitchen maids trying to kill me? And you—aren’t you supposed to be watching her? If she’s blind, are you blind too?!”Mia froze, her throat tight.Henry jabbed a finger at the plate. “Too much grease—and shrimps. How can there be shrimps in my food? Do you want me dead?” His voice boomed, harsh and unforgiving.“You expect me to eat this trash?” He shoved the chair back, the legs screeching against the floor. Standing abruptly, he pulled on his coat with a stormy glare and strode out without another glance.“Young Master... Young Master!” Mia