The Woman From Hell

I was too lazy to watch her act any longer, so I just turned around and left.

The next morning, the warm, light yellow sun shone into the room. Delicacies covered the surface of the table, but it was like I was chewing wax in my mouth.

"Why didn't you wait for me to eat? It's fine if I don't eat since it's fine for me to be abused. But I'm hungry. What should I do if the child isn't able to absorb nutrition?"

Seeing Delia's face that was similar to my best friend's saying such contrived and disgusting words made my stomach churn.

I resisted the urge to vomit. My fingertips were trembling slightly, and my lips were tightly pursed as I stared at her with my almond-shaped eyes.

"Theo isn't here, so there's no need to put on a show here. It's not like I don't have your share of food."

I looked at the person in front of me and was unable to eat anymore.

"I believe once my child is born, not only will there be food for me but also food for the child. Will you still stay here when you see President Grant and me as a family of three?"

Delia's words hurt my heart deeply. It ached.

"Do you think you'll be able to stay here long?"

I was seething. What a shameless person. "Do you think Theo will keep you for a long time?"

Delia smiled triumphantly. "Haven't you heard the saying that a mother's virtue is dependent on the status of their children? When the time comes, I won't only remain but I'll also drive you and your children out." Domineering and arrogant. Delia was a particular thorn in my sight.

I gripped the chopsticks in my hand tightly, the veins on the back of my hand pulsing. I abruptly stood up and lifted my hand, a gust of wind blowing through my hair.

Delia did not expect me to be serious. Her eyes widened in horror as she covered her stomach with her right hand.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Just then, she heard a sound from the door and smiled wickedly.

"Ah..."

She fell to the floor with a pained expression. I looked at the person slumped on the floor, stunned.

I did not even hit her across the face. I just wanted to scare her, so why was she wailing here?

Suddenly, a slender figure walked in through the door.

it turned out she had been waiting for me to fall into her trap. I did not expect such a phony.

"Oh, my stomach hurts so much. Wanda, why did you slap me in the face? I just wanted to eat something to nourish the baby."

I said nothing. I just stared at Theo who came in blankly, wondering what he would do.

His expression sank, but he did not speak. He helped Delia up from the cold floor.

"Caroline, call the family doctor."

My heart was cold. I lowered my head, and my eyes darkened.

Seeing the person in Theo's arms reach the sofa, my heart instantly chilled. I was sweating all over and feeling extremely disappointed. How could one not feel uncomfortable to see their husband hugging other women?

Not long after that, I was sitting at the dining table and feeling as though I was chewing on wax when I heard the family doctor arrive.

After a series of inspections, he declared that there were no problems.

"President Grant, it's a good thing I tried my best to protect my stomach. Who knows what would have happened to the baby otherwise? I didn't expect Wanda to get angry and hit me just because I wanted to eat something for the baby."

Hearing her frail cries, I felt sick in my stomach. The air smelled of deceit.

Theo said nothing, and his expression was indifferent. No one knew what he was thinking about behind that deep gaze of his. Delia cried even harder, tears running down her face like rain.

"President Grant, it's so hard for me. What should I do in the future? What about the baby?"

Delia tugged the corners of her clothes with her fingertips as she spoke, shaking them back and forth. It made her look frail and in distress.

Frowning slightly, Theo said lightly, "Don't throw a tantrum, and don't get angry. It won't be good if you disturb the baby. I have my own plans about this matter."

Delia's expression was ugly. Seeing

Theo's appearance, she had no

choice but to give up. I knew she must be really frustrated now, but liked the way she looked being dissatisfied with me yet not being able to get rid of me.

Thinking about how I was going to go to Hyperspace for a discussion today, I turned around and left, not wanting to stay any longer.