Marriage With A Evil Heart

Scarlette, hearing my words, nodded in agreement, “This mad dog must have caught wind of something!”

I clenched my fist tightly, staring at Robert in the surveillance footage on my phone with a deep hatred, “He’s planning to devour everything in my house! So, this is the real reason for stopping my medication! It’s simply outrageous.”

“It looks like we need to make our next move. I’ve seen the nanny he arranged in your house – middle-aged, not young! I’ve already had Blake look into her background, but I didn’t dare hint to your dad yet. After we gather enough information about her, we can find a way to disclose it to your dad! You should also think about how to explain it,” Scarlette reminded me.

Before we could delve deeper into our discussion, I saw Robert leaving the living room and heading upstairs.

I exchanged a glance with Scarlette, turned off my phone, and lay on the bed while Scarlette leaned against the couch, pretending to engage in lively conversation.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

After a great while, Robert knocked on the door and walked in. I knew full well that he had been eavesdropping on our conversation, and not wanting us to be alone together for too long.

Scarlette had lunch and was soon called away by a phone call from her company.

As soon as Scarlette left, I felt exhausted. I comfortably returned to my room and decided to take a nap. Resting and recuperating were the most important things for me right now.

I knew deep down that I was safe for now, at least until the city planning in Southend was finalized. He would ensure that I lived well.

If Scarlette’s information was accurate, our family would be the biggest beneficiary. Our old house had the largest area and the most distinctive yard, making the compensation quite attractive. If I were to die, what relationship would I have with him?

No wonder Robert suddenly stopped my medication when I was on the brink of death.

As expected, a week later, Robert finally found time to take me to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. The results were, of course, cause for celebration, with all indicators showing positive results.

Obviously, the report had some manipulation, but Robert still had the doctor prescribe medication for me.

Overjoyed, Robert hugged me, almost asking for credit. He shamelessly declared, “In two days, we can arrange a trip back to Southend.”

For safety reasons, the next day, I had Scarlette take the medication to the dean for testing. This time, the medicine was fine, and it indeed had benefits for my current recovery, complementing his antidote.

I didn’t know whether to be glad or sorrowful, but this time, I was genuinely being treated for my illness.

On Tuesday, I suddenly made a surprise visit to the company, conducting an unexpected inspection.

But things are different now. If it weren’t for Alice at the front desk, I’m afraid I wouldn’t even be able to enter my own company, let alone take the opportunity to check the company’s accounts.

Throughout the entire company, few of the veterans I worked with in the past are left. However, I am familiar with the current executives because they are all Robert’s relatives.

In the office of the general manager, the man sitting there is Edward, his brother, the only one in their family who attended a less prestigious university. Handling the finances is Robert’s sister, Emma.

The results were beyond my expectations. Although I was mentally prepared for Robert to take his own measures after taking over, I didn’t anticipate such a significant overhaul, where all my trusted aides were completely replaced.

It felt like, in an instant, I had crossed into unfamiliar territory.

After Alice accompanied me upstairs, the receptionist downstairs had already notified Edward, who greeted me with a smile.

“Daisy, why are you here? You should have let me know so I could pick you up!” Edward, dressed in a sharp suit, smiled warmly. Behind his glasses, his eyes subtly glanced at Alice, who was with me.

The Deng family members all had good looks. Although Edward wasn’t as handsome as Robert, he had a completely different temperament, appearing scholarly and refined.

Back when I married Robert, Edward was still in high school, not doing well academically but fond of hanging out at school. His college entrance exam scores were poor, but he insisted on attending. So, it was my money that sent him to a self-funded university, supposedly studying economics and management.

I didn’t expect it would actually come in handy.

“I was getting too bored at home, so I decided to come to the company for a visit.” I glanced at the open-plan office, then turned to Edward and asked, “Is Robert not here?”