Chapter 139: Chapter 139



Mary’s face was red and her breath smelled strongly of wine. It was obvious that she had drunk a lot of wine.

When she saw that the person she had bumped into was Dolores, she was stunned for a moment, but then smiled, “Enemies are bound to collide on a narrow path.”

Dolores did not want to engage her in conversation and tried to go around her, but Maria refused to let her pass, “Are you happy now, Dolores? My brother is in jail. The man who protected you for ten years is now in jail.”

Dolores’ expression was calm, she did not want to go into the details of the grievances of this affair.

You reap what you sow.

If Sampson hadn’t done that to her and Samuel, she wouldn’t have to go to jail.

She didn’t feel the thrill of revenge, she just felt depressed.

“Aren’t you especially happy?” Maria leaned against the door frame and squinted up at the bright lights on the ceiling, “Do you know what cruel is?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know you.” Dolores walked sideways into the bathroom.

This time Maria didn’t stop her. Dolores came out of the stall and went to the sink to wash her hands and dried them. Maria was still there, but pretended not to notice her and started to walk out of there.

“I was raped.” As soon as she took two steps towards the door, Maria said looking behind her.

Dolores was still not stopping.

“Matthew had me raped.” Maria laughed, “I was with him for a long time. He cared about me and loved me. But now, he’s become cruel, even to his own wife, he has no mercy.”

She knew Dolores had heard her.

She curved her lips and continued, “Do you think he treats you well?”

Dolores’ footsteps stopped and her hands suddenly clenched into fists. Indeed, he was treating her well now.

“Don’t be fooled by his appearance. In reality, he’s a cruel person. He only pretends to be kind. If you believe him, your fate will be the same as mine. Another woman will replace you, just as you replaced me.”

“Do you think I would believe you? You just couldn’t have him and deliberately tried to ruin his relationship and mine.” Dolores didn’t believe her.

“Why do you think my brother took full responsibility? Because of me.” Mary was heartbroken. Sampson was very good to her, Camilla was too, but of course she preferred her son to Mary.

“Matthew videotaped me while I was being raped. If Sampson hadn’t taken full responsibility and gone to jail, that video would have gone everywhere and my life would have been ruined.” He deliberately told Dolores.

Dolores suddenly remembered how Sampson had run to the car and seemed so determined that day. He was carrying all the responsibility….. For Maria?

Thinking about how much Sampson cared about Maria, she believed her.

Whatever was going through his mind, he didn’t show it in front of Maria.

“That’s none of my business.”

Although her appearance was calm, her heart was not. She had never expected Matthew to do something like this.

No matter what Mary did to him, how could he do that?

She felt terribly constrained.

Matthew’s cruelty had surpassed her imagination.

How could he ruin a woman like that?

What was the difference between him and Sampson?

This was even more wicked than Sampson’s behavior.

Mary had not expected him to be so calm, “I can’t wait to see his last move.” Dolores did not continue to stand there, but began to walk.

“Six years ago, you asked Sampson to go to Country A to investigate something, do you still remember?”

Of course, Dolores remembered. She had suspected that person was Matthew at the time, but the result of the subsequent investigation had proved her wrong.

And when he had asked her for a divorce, she had also desisted.

“Sampson lied to you. The man that night was not from Country A.” Dolores didn’t stop. Obviously, Mary was saying this on purpose.

But for what purpose?

Dolores didn’t know, but the one thing she was sure of was that Mary would not be kind enough to tell her the truth.

Perhaps, she had been lying all along to lure her into a trap.

Dolores slowly turned to look at her, “Don’t bother! I won’t be fooled by you. I will never believe you.”

Maria was not at all angry at her words, on the contrary, she laughed merrily, “I have been stupid and failed many times. But even I can’t fail every time…I must succeed at least once.”

Dolores said coldly, “Those who go against the moral conscience never succeed.”

“Have I ever held a grudge against you?” Maria scoffed, “But when you came in and stole my man, how could I not hate you?”

Dolores had nothing more to say. Her relationship with Matthew was just a marriage contract from when they were children.

Even if she later married Matthew, she had never thought of destroying her relationship with him.

But Mary framed her again and again.

“You yourself became what you are now. If you trusted the feelings between the two of you so much, why did you care about my existence?”

Dolores’ words stabbed Maria right where it hurt the most. There were no feelings between them, what would she have trusted?

Matthew admitted his responsibility, but why wasn’t there the love there was that night?

And even that night, it was this woman!

“Dolores, let’s wait and see. As long as I live, I won’t let you live happy.” Maria could laugh no more.

Her face looked horrible and frightening.

Dolores smiled.

This idea was not new to Mary. Ever since Matthew had married her, she had always wanted Dolores to die.

Back in the private room, there were two empty wine bottles on the table. after going to the bathroom, the three seemed to have had a lot to drink.

“Dolores, come in, let me pour you a toast.”

Seeing Dolores enter, Armand stood up with the wine in his hand.

His face didn’t show how much wine he had. His face was not yet red, but his speech was slurred and he looked very drunk.

“You’re drunk.” Dolores sat down, but this time she didn’t sit with Matthew.

When they had gotten there, Matthew had grabbed her hand and she had no choice but to sit with him.

But she was shocked after hearing Mary’s words.

Mary had done him much wrong, but how could he use such cruel means to treat her?

A woman’s purity was very important.

He was treating her well now, but how long was this going to last?

What if he tired of her and no longer felt the spark with her?

Would he do the same to her too?

Dolores didn’t dare think about it too much, but she felt the blood run cold in her body.

Why did she have such a cruel heart?

Armand was puzzled. Since Dolores had returned to the living room, the atmosphere felt cold.

He soon realized that something was wrong. Although Dolores was not happy when she arrived, the relationship between her and Matthew seemed quite intimate.

But things changed since she had left and returned. She didn’t sit with Matthew and her expression wasn’t good either.

What had gone wrong?

Armand was confused.

Matthew’s eyes were dark. Naturally, he had also sensed Dolores’ sudden cold attitude.

The atmosphere was so depressing that even Armand didn’t try to talk nonsense.

He sat quietly, he had been thinking of toasting Matthew and Dolores, but now he dared not say anything. He hid behind Boyce like a frightened quail.

Matthew picked up the wine glass in front of him and raised it to his lips, pouring the wine into his mouth, staining his teeth and tongue. His cool, elegant demeanor appeared again as his lips reddened, “That’s enough for today.”

He returned the empty glass to the table and rose. As he passed Dolores on his way out, he held out his hand and said, “We should go home.” Dolores stood up, but did not take his hand.

Armand gestured to Dolores behind Matthew’s back. He didn’t even care about her image, great!

Matthew turned to look at Armand who was gloating.

Armand was so frightened that he said hastily, “I didn’t see anything. In fact, I’m blind.”

He covered his eyes.

It was never a good idea to tease Matthew.

Armand only dared to uncover his eyes after Matthew and Dolores had left the room.

“You terrified idiot!” Boyce took a sip of his wine and stood up, “You can come back.” Armand nodded quickly, “Did they have a fight, weren’t they happy a while ago, how did they change so fast?”

“Who knows?” Boyce couldn’t figure it out either.

Out.

“You’re drunk, let me drive.” Dolores said.

Matthew didn’t give her the keys, but got in the driver’s seat and started the car.

Dolores stood by the car, not getting in.

He turned his head to look at her, “Why, are you afraid my car is unsafe?”

“No.”

“Then why don’t you get in?”

Dolores hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and sat in the car.

Matthew started driving.

He was driving fast, and the route he was taking was not the one back to the villa. Dolores frowned, “Where are you taking me?”

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