Chapter 198 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

Niamh’s eyes flinched as she pursed her lips while taking in Karen’s insulting label for her.

Kendrick’s patience was running thin. “If you don’t want this daughter-in-law, then you can say goodbye to having this son as well.”

“…” Karen’s expression froze. Seeing Kendrick pulling Niamh toward the door, she frantically composed herself and hid away her targeting words as well as attitude. “Forget it, forget it. Nevaeh’s had her fun already, not to mention that she’s been pretending to be the Montgomeries’ daughter this entire time. You don’t love her anymore, right? Then Mom won’t care anymore. Be with whoever you want.”

Karen turned and walked toward the kitchen. “I’ll go check if the soup is ready.”

Niamh took her jacket off and placed her bag down. “I’ll be going to the bathroom, Kendrick.”

Kendrick nodded warmly at her. “Be careful, alright? You’re a pregnant woman.”

“Alright,” Niamh replied dotingly before making her way there.

Mr. Waldburg, Winston, glanced at Niamh and placed the finance newspaper down. “This Vera Quinn looks a lot like Niamh, Kendrick. What are you thinking? Why marry a woman who looks so much like the one you hate?”

“Who said I hated her?” Kendrick fired back, leaving Winston stunned.

Winston’s impression of Niamh was rather neutral, for he had only met her two or three times since he spent most of his time working overseas, but Niamh’s appearance was something fresh in his mind.

While he had not seen much of Niamh, he had heard a lot of the wicked things the woman did from his wife and thus came to the conclusion that Niamh was not a good person and was someone his son despised to his bones.

Yet now…

Niamh had no actual need to use the bathroom, but Karen’s words fueled the burning flares of hatred within her. She needed to calm down.

She had thought that this mother-in-law of hers would help her when Nevaeh framed her for stealing a bracelet. Ultimately, Karen had referred to her as their maid instead.

She had never once taken this orphaned daughter-in-law of inferior status seriously.

After recollecting her emotions, Niamh then turned to walk out of the bathroom only to meet face to face with Old Master Waldburg who had just returned from the garden outside.

“Hello, Grandpa Waldburg. We meet again,” Niamh greeted calmly, her chest filled with genuine respect for the man in front of her.

Old Master Waldburg replied meaningfully as he stared at the gorgeous features in front of him, “I was still in doubt before, but I’m pretty sure about it now.”

Suspicion rose in Niamh’s chest, but she wore an expression of befuddlement. “What are you talking about, Grandfather?”

Old Master Waldburg lifted his intelligent gaze that was now glistening under the light. “It’s you, isn’t it, Niamh? I know it’s you.”

Niamh was stunned for a second before a calm smile graced her lips.

“I think you might be a little confused about me, Grandpa Waldburg. How could I be Niamh Delgado?”

The light in Old Master Waldburg’s eyes dulled slightly, but his gaze was clear. “I won’t force you to admit it if you don’t want to, Niamh.”

“I’m really not Niamh, Grandfather.” Niamh denied with a smile. “Why would I get married to the man who hates me if I was Niamh? I would’ve learned the last time that throwing myself to a flame would only get me burned.”

Old Master Waldburg was shocked to hear the news. His white brows were furrowed tightly. “Are you really getting married to Kendrick?”

Niamh nodded decisively. “Of course, I’m pregnant with Kendrick’s child too.”

At that, Old Master Waldburg’s gaze fell on her flat stomach. He pursed his lips but made no further comment.

“Grandfather, Vera.” Kendrick walked over. “Why are you talking in front of the bathroom?”

Niamh smiled and walked over. “I bumped into Grandfather by coincidence, so we talked a little bit. He even joked about me being Niamh Delgado too.”

Kendrick’s brows furrowed with a subtle tint of invisible melancholy, though it was quickly replaced with a smile. He took Niamh’s hand in his. “Vera does indeed look a lot like Niamh, Grandfather, but I assure you that they’re not the same person.”

Niamh felt tranquility wash over her at Kendrick’s reassurance.

It was evident that he held no doubts.

His grip on Niamh’s hand was gentle.

“I’ve decided to marry Vera, Grandfather. The wedding is set to be held in half a month. That’s why I brought Vera here, to formally meet the family.”

Old Master Waldburg hesitated as his eyes fell on Niamh, then on Kendrick. He shook his head with a sigh. “This is your sin and therefore your punishment to bear.”

“…” Niamh grew silent as she mulled over the old master’s words. The meaning was clear to her, but she prayed that Kendrick would not pay it too much heed.

At that moment, the maid came over to notify them that dinner was ready.

Old Master Waldburg left for upstairs with the excuse that he had no appetite. Including Niamh and Kendrick, the dinner table was set for four.

Despite her grave distaste for Niamh’s presence, Mrs. Waldburg held back on picking on Niamh since Kendrick was there.

“I hear that you’re Miss L.ady’s chief designer, Miss Vera. It’s rare to see such young talent.” Mr. Waldburg praised.

Niamh replied with a light smile while turning to look at the man by her side, “It’s nothing in comparison to what Kendrick has already accomplished.”

“True. Kendrick was already the CEO of a multinational corporation when he was still in school. There aren’t many who can compete with Kendrick when it comes to this.” Karen glanced pridefully at

Niamh. “You’ve put in so much work to get close to Kendrick, so what else can it be if not for the fame?”

Kendrick’s hands slowly came to a halt at the words, the prawn still partially shelled in his hands.

Picking up on Kendrick’s displeasure, Karen immediately changed the subject. “My borscht should be done soon. I’ll go take a look.”

She stood as she spoke, unable to bear the displeased aura that Kendrick was giving off.

Placing the peeled prawn on Niamh’s plate, Kendrick spoke gently, “My mom loves cooking, and borscht is one of her best dishes as well as her most favorite one to make. Drink more, it’s good for you.”

Niamh nodded mirthfully. Staring at the peeled prawn on her plate, her smile grew ironic.

‘Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined peeling prawns for the woman you hate, huh, Kendrick?

‘I remember waiting for you every night when we were married with a table full of food, hoping that you would return to eat. Yet instead, you held the wretched woman in your arms and left me alone to fester in the dust.’

Right then, Karen walked out of the kitchen with a maid behind her bringing the soup.

The corners of Niamh’s lips curled as a smudge of mischief bled from her eyes.

Just as Karen was about to sit, Niamh frowned and placed a hand over her chest, dry heaving.

Everyone’s gaze fell unanimously on Niamh while Kendrick reached out to hold her with concern. “Are you alright, Vera?”

“Something smells bad. It makes me want to puke,” Niamh replied softly, “It might be from the soup, Kendrick. I feel bad. I think I need to vomit.”

“…”

Karen’s expression immediately darkened. This soup was one of her proudest dishes. It was rich in antioxidants and vitamins. It was also her favorite soup to drink.

Yet what had this woman said?

The smell of the soup was bad and made her want to puke?

“Bring the soup away,” Kendrick demanded.

The maid was stunned, then she nodded and complied.

“Wait!” Karen stopped her. “What are you trying to say, Vera? You don’t have to eat my food if you think it’s so disgusting! What are you trying to imply by complaining about how it makes you feel like vomiting? You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Vera’s pregnant. Nausea is a normal side effect. If she doesn’t like the smell, then we’ll get rid of it.” Kendrick’s tone was stern, his words brimming with his desire to defend Vera.

“…” Rendered speechless, Karen resorted to glaring at Niamh.

Niamh raised her mirthful gaze to meet Karen’s angrily rolling ones and quirked a taunting eyebrow.

The dinner ended quickly, for Niamh seemed to gag at every dish Kendrick placed on her plate after a few bites.

Karen’s expression soured with each time Niamh gagged.

Mr. Waldburg had stepped aside to make a phone call after dinner while Kendrick went to the kitchen to make Niamh something as she hardly ate all dinner.

Niamh and Mrs. Waldburg were left alone in the living room.

The maid walked over with a platter of dessert and fruits, only to have Niamh place the spoon back down distastefully. She then picked up her phone instead.

After sparing a glance at the kitchen, Karen finally flew into a rage seeing as Kendrick had yet to return. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, Vera? It’s one thing to not eat the dinner I made tonight, but it’s another to spoil it the way you did! What do you want?”

Niamh looked up slowly. “So what if I did it on purpose?”

She admitted casually, leaving Mrs. Waldburg shocked since she had not expected it at all.

“You…”

“Your dishes were so tasteless and they smelled so horrible that I couldn’t even swallow a bite. I was already as polite as possible because Kendrick is here, or I would’ve complained about you already had we been in a restaurant instead.”

“What… What are you saying? How could you insult my cooking?”

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