Chapter 190



So yes, I will bully her if I want to! Just being in the same room as her makes my skin crawl. I’ve lost my appetite now!”

Madonna quickly stood up and turned to leave. As she passed Holley, she paused to glare at her, her voice icy with contempt. “Shameless bitch!”

Without another word, she stormed out of the room.

Albin and Lillie quickly stood up and followed her.

Silence descended over the dining room. Only Baker, Holley, and a quiet maid remained now. The maid stood in the corner, her head bowed, unwilling to meet anyone’s eyes.

Holley’s composure crumbled as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Baker hesitated for a moment before pulling her into a gentle embrace. “I’m sorry, Holley. I shouldn’t have let this happen. Madonna has no right to treat you that way.”

Holley sobbed against his chest, her shoulders shaking. After a while, she pulled away, her voice hoarse and trembling. “She’s right, though. I am despicable. I ruined your family. This is all my fault.”

“Holley—” Baker began, but she cut him off, shaking her head violently.

Covering her face, she then turned and ran away.

“Holley!” Baker called after her, but she didn’t stop.

Visit gal𝓃𝑜v𝓮ls.com for updates Baker stood there, his expression darkening slowly. He also believed Madonna had crossed a line this time.

At the Grand Plains General Hospital.

Belinda answered her phone, surprised. “Paulette? Is something wrong?”

Paulette was a maid of the Wright family, and Belinda had been quite close to her when she had lived there.

“There is something I think you need to know,” Paulette said in a serious tone.

Belinda’s tone shifted, her brow furrowing. “What is it?”

“Today, your mother came to the Wright family estate for lunch and had an unpleasant run-in with Madonna,” Paulette said.

At the mention of Madonna, Belinda’s brows furrowed sharply. “What exactly happened?” she asked.

Paulette sighed and began recounting the events at the dining table today, her tone heavy with frustration.

“In the end, your mother left in tears,” Paulette continued, pausing for a moment. “Honestly, what Madonna said was beyond cruel, and her behavior? Completely out of line. She was clearly causing trouble for your mother on purpose.”

Belinda’s expression darkened, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. She took a steadying breath before asking, “And my dad? What was his reaction?”

Paulette hesitated before answering. “Your dad defended your mom right away. He scolded Madonna and even demanded she apologize. But, of course, Madonna wouldn’t back down, and he… He couldn’t force her to apologize.”

Belinda fell silent. Her fingers tightened slightly around the phone as her thoughts churned. After a long pause, she asked, “Madonna wanted my mother to convince me, didn’t she? Did my mother really refuse her?”

“She did,” Paulette replied with a nod. “Your mother was adamant—she refused outright and said she wouldn’t try to persuade you, no matter what. That’s what really set Madonna off.”

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