The Woman From Hell

Even if she wanted to look for trouble, she should not have come to me for it.

One had to know that I never wanted to get involved in these things ever since the start.

Indeed, Delia's expression instantly changed when she heard what I said.

"What do you mean by that?"

She seemed stunned by what I was implying.

"Theo could not have possibly done this! It must have been you!"

Delia was becoming even more agitated.

"We've been busy with work the entire day. How would we have the time to do this kind of thing?"

Shannon sneered and immediately said what I wanted to say.

"Oh please, Miss Owens. You think I get to be idle like you the entire day, looking for trouble again and again?" I rolled her eyes. I was really reaching the end of my patience with Delia.

"Regardless if you believe it or not, I didn't do this. I have no need to fight with you over these since I'm already Theo's wife."

I was aware that I should not provoke Delia at this time.

However, that suspicion had been making its rounds in my head for a long time now.

"As for you, you're just a shady third party. And how did you come about with the child in your stomach? Everyone else might not know, but what about you?" I glanced at Delia's stomach with a rather meaningful gaze. She immediately held her stomach in a fluster. A look of guilt flashed across her face before it disappeared.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand. That day was an accident for me as well! I'm also a victim!"

Delia subconsciously took a step back, and her nervousness very quickly confirmed my thoughts.

Sure enough, there was something else behind what happened that day.

It was likely that Delia was not just solely a victim like she claimed she was.

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"Is that so? But if you're the victim, you wouldn't have taken this opportunity to come up my door all brazenly." retracted the expression on my face and looked at Delia coldly in front of me. "After you had sex with Theo, you came up to our door, pregnant. This series of actions looked quite practiced. They didn't look like an accident at all.

Does it not seem like it was

premeditated?"

I approached Delia step by step.

Delia had regained her composure but soon became flustered again. She tried her best to avoid my gaze. She grabbed the bag in her hand, wanting to leave.

"It seems like my guess was completely right. You must have orchestrated the incident the other day, no, Miss Owens?"

I grabbed Delia's hand.

"So, it's highly likely that you

prepared the tampered red wine in

advance, right?" I raised my voice, which

mediately elicited ashiver from Delia.

"What are you talking about? I have no idea what you're saying!"

Delia was panicking, trying to break free from my grip. She did not care about anything else and left the office in a hurry. It was a world of difference from how cocky she was when she marched in to settle the score at first.

Seeing her flustered figure, my once furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

It turned out my guess from before had been right.

This matter was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

It was indeed Delia who made moves against Theo that day.

If Delia had done that, then she was definitely involved in this matter as well.

Delia's role in this was definitely not the innocent victim she had claimed to be.

"I just knew there was something wrong with that woman! What are we going to do next, Wanda? Why don't we go to the police straightaway?"