The Woman From Hell

I fell into deep thought after Delia left.

A myriad of emotions gradually emerged in my heart, permeating my entire body.

I was not aggrieved, and neither was I tired.

Also, Delia's face was so similar to my best friend, Cecilia's, that oftentimes I felt dazed when I looked at her.

It was also because she looked like Cecilia that I treated her more gently and with consideration back then. I had truly regarded her as a good friend and did not expect things to become like this. It felt like I was talking to the late Cecilia every time I talked to Delia.

I could not help but feel heartbroken when I thought of how I would have to argue with this face in the future.

What should I do to get used to it?

I thought to myself that I might only be able to keep thinking of her as Delia in my heart.

Everything that Delia had done, the late Cecilia definitely would not have. Delia was a calculative mistress, and Cecilia would have loathed her just based on this point.

She was an upright person and despised women like Delia the most. They were two different people to begin with. I must not be more tolerant of her just because she looked the same as Cecilia. After I was done packing up the things at night, I slept in the bedroom peacefully.

I fell into a deep sleep after being busy the entire day and was not sure when Theo returned. I did not know when he went into the study either.

The next morning, Caroline came and called me down for breakfast.

I did not see Theo and was more or less still a little disappointed.

"Madam, this is your favorite shrimp soup."

"Thank you."

I had just taken a seat when I heard something from not far away.

"Caroline, are you sure you don't want me to have a bowl?"

I looked up and happened to meet Delia's challenging gaze.

I just thought it ridiculous. "You're only just living in the guest room now. Are you already starting to act like a hostess?"

"Wanda, what are you talking about? I didn't mean that."

"Caroline, make something else for her. Theo bought these shrimps especially for me. They're not for outsiders."

Caroline was one of mine, so she was naturally on my side. "Okay, Madam."

Delia got angry and thundered with

dissatisfaction. "I'm still pregnanty

with F

President Grant's child?.

you

sure you want to do this?"

"Yes."

I paid her threat no heed at all. Whether or not she got to eat this shrimp soup would not affect the child.

Delia was silent for a few seconds before she threw the plates on the table onto the floor.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The porcelain plates fell to the ground, eliciting a clear, shattering sound.

"Are you throwing a tantrum?"

"I'm just defending my rights. I'm pregnant now and have the right to do anything. You, Wanda, have no right to stop me."

I stood up and stared at her coldly.

"Of course, have the right. I'm Theo's wife, the lady of Grant Corporation! So what if you're,

pregnant? You're just ae

Delia was furious. She reached her hands out to push me.

I backed away immediately. "I advise you to

Chil take it easy. If you lose t

you'll lose the asset that e

allows you to stay here."

I did not wish to deal with Delia anymore, so I turned back and returned to the room. Theo came back during dinner.

Delia opened the room door eagerly and walked over before I could even say anything.

I had nothing to say at her attentiveness.

"Did you not eat?" Theo asked suspiciously when he saw Delia coming out of the room.

Delia touched her stomach and said delicately, "I don't feel like eating. I have no appetite." ""That won't do."

"Don't worry, President Grant. I'm fine."

Seeing her like this, I could not help but think of what happened this morning.

As expected of Delia, who was a well-known actress. Her acting was excellent.