Haha.
To think that she had actually thought that he was jealous. What ludicrousness.
When it was merely just him being a possessive alpha male, asserting his dominance.
She was merely a prop in his play.
Niamh smiled mirthlessly, as she felt Kendrick approach from behind. “I shall leave my wife in your hands, Uncle Felipe. Thank you in advance for looking after her,” He thanked Felipe.
Felipe smiled gentlemanly. “Of course.”
…
While Niamh had not bought another scarf, she did buy a band-aid to cover up the red mark Kendrick left on her.
She sat down and began to work. Not long after, she began to receive angry texts from numerous unknown numbers. All of them scolding her about how shameless she was to seduce Kendrick.
It was almost too easy to guess who the culprit behind was when no one else but Nevaeh would send her such texts.
To warrant such a reaction from Nevaeh, Niamh knew that she must have also seen Kendrick holding her by the corner of the wall.
Ignoring the malicious texts, she continued to work.
After another while, servants of the Waldburgs called her over for dinner.
Niamh had decided to visit Old Master Waldburg anyway since he had not been doing so well as of late.
Clocking out, Niamh made a stop to buy the Old Master’s favorite muffins before taking the bus to the Waldburg Manor.
Entering through the doors, he was met with the sight of Nevaeh eating fruits lazily on the sofa. Next to her laid Jackson, asleep with his head on a bolster.
The sight of the child had Niamh’s heart clenching uncontrollably.
The pain always a prerequisite to the memory of the night her labor was induced and the child she had never gotten the chance to see.
“Hello.”
Nevaeh showed no surprise at the sight of Niamh.
Ignoring her, Niamh continued to walk into the house. Approaching the stairs to look for the Old Master, she heard Nevaeh’s dark voice sound from behind. “The old f*ck isn’t here.”
Niamh turned sharply at Nevaeh’s words.
“That’s still Kendrick’s grandfather, Nevaeh. How could you refer to him like that? What if the Waldburgs hear you?”
“Hmph.” Nevaeh snorted and spared Niamh a disdainful glance. “What’s wrong with me calling him an old f*ck if that’s what he is? Why, does it hurt you?”
“Nevaeh…”
“I would have been Mrs. Waldburg long ago had it not been for that old man. Well, I suppose it’s not too bad now that he’s been sent to the hospital thanks to his heart attacks.”
“Wait, Grandfather had a heart attack and got sent to the hospital?”
Niamh felt her heart sink as unease settled in the pit of her abdomen.
“Which hospital is he at, Nevaeh?”
“Pfft.” Nevaeh chuckled coldly. “Who are you to know about that? Who do you think you are?”
Tossing the fruit knife in her hand, she marched ferociously toward Niamh.
“Look at you, Niamh, broke and stinky. Who are you to steal my man? You think just because Kendrick did what he did today because he likes you? You’re just a toy in his eyes!”
Arrogantly, Nevaeh lifted her head to glare at Niamh. Her anger must have been driven by the humiliation of Kendrick’s actions this afternoon.
Niamh chuckled lightly. “Then why are you angry if you’re so sure that he only kissed me for fun? Why spend so much money to have people send me those texts?”
“You…” Words formed lumps at Nevaeh’s throat, unable to be said.
It dawned on Niamh. “That’s why you had the Waldburg servants call me? What did you call me here for?”
“Important business obviously.” Nevaeh’s smile turned sinister as she suddenly grabbed Niamh by her wrist, her eyes harsh and fierce. “Why won’t you get lost already, Niamh? How many times must I remind you that Kendrick is mine? You should know by now what happens when you steal my man.
“Did you forget why you went to prison? Did you forget how Kendrick killed the illegitimate child in your stomach to console me? Did you forget how your mentally ill grandfather died?”
Nevaeh’s smile grew demonic before Niamh’s eyes.
Staring at Nevaeh’s wretched expression, Niamh’s mind supplied her with scene after scene of torturous imagery. Especially at the mention of Grandfather’s death.
“You were the one….” Blood rushed to Niamh’s head. “Nevaeh, you killed Grandfather…”
“It’s not my fault he found out something he shouldn’t.” Nevaeh lowered her voice, an evil look swimming in her dark eyes.
Niamh shivered. Right as she was about to counter the other, Nevaeh pushed her back.
Taken by surprise, Niamh staggered backward only to realize that Nevaeh had walked back and picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table.
Niamh thought that Nevaeh would be coming after her, but she was shocked to find Nevaeh point the blade of the knife at Jackson who laid asleep on the sofa.
Niamh’s heart raced. “What are you doing, Nevaeh?!” She yelled, her heart thumping inexplicably hard in her chest.
“Hmph. I’d like to see how you’re gonna get out of this, Niamh!” Staring at Niamh as she spoke, Nevaeh suddenly raised the fruit knife and cut Jackson’s face!
“Stop!”
“Ah!”
Both Niamh’s protest and Jackson’s yell of agony rang out at the almost same time.
Seeing the angelic little cheeks marred with a long wound, Niamh felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to leak out of the long gash, staining the fair skin below.
She could not believe Nevaeh’s actions. Not even tigers would prey on their young. How could Nevaeh do such a thing…
She immediately ran over to help Jackson stop the blood, only to be held back by Nevaeh who shoved the fruit knife into her hands. Then she used both her hands to grab Niamh’s right and began to wail, all while holding Niamh tight enough that she could not struggle out of the other’s grasp.
“Niamh! How could you? Why did you have to hurt my son? Hurt me instead, leave my son alone!”
Nevaeh yelled from the top of her lungs, making Niamh’s head ache with how loud she was being. Niamh stared at Nevaeh in disbelief.
So this was Nevaeh’s plan all along!
The cacophonous activity had the servants and Mrs. Waldburg rushing downstairs and toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Waldburg exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson! How could you be so ruthless, Niamh Delgado? How could you attack a child?”
Coincidentally, Kendrick walked through the doors just as she began to rage at Niamh.
Seeing Kendrick, Nevaeh began to cry and shake. “Kendrick! Niamh tried to kill our son!”
Kendrick’s first thought when he walked into the house had been a complaint about how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing Nevaeh’s words, his eyes shifted to the fruit knife and Jackson whose face was soaked with blood. Instantly, his expression darkened.
Niamh’s heart skipped a fearful beat and the blood drained from her face as she stared at the man walking toward herself. “It wasn’t me, Kendrick! I didn’t…”
The man’s sinister gaze froze her before she could finish explaining herself. “You need to die!”
“Kendrick, it wasn’t me…”
“Bang!”
With that, Kendrick kicked her hard enough to send her flying.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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