Your Uncle’s My Husband Now—Back Off, Ex!
Filipe, accustomed to Delia's temper, said calmly, "Ms. Nixon, after Madam learned you wouldn't be having dinner, she had all the leftovers thrown away. If you're hungry, you can have some biscuits or something to tide you over. Breakfast will be ready in the morning."
"Tomorrow morning?!" Delia exclaimed.
Seeing the disbelief in her eyes, Filipe nodded. "Yes, tomorrow morning."
Delia sneered. "Fine, I get it."
Ever since Nyla's arrival, Delia hadn't had a peaceful day. She had to find a way to get Nyla out of the estate—no matter what.
…
Nyla was chatting with Damon when she suddenly sneezed.
"Are you okay? Caught a cold? You didn't dress warmly enough today," he said, concerned.
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