Chapter 30
The phone clicked off with two beeps, and Stanley was left staring at the screen in stunned silence.
That damned woman actually hung up on him!
At that moment, the butler Freddy walked over. Stanley gave him an order, “Freddy, call Wendy and tell her that Grandma isn’t feeling well. We need her to come back immediately!”
Freddy was momentarily taken aback. “But, sir, your grandmother has already taken the medicine Mrs. Hawk prepared and is
resting. She’s feeling fine.”
Stanley’s temper flared, his voice deep and dangerous. “Tell a lie! Don’t you get it?”
Freddy hesitated again, clearly uncomfortable. “Sir, isn’t it a bit harsh to lie to Mrs. Hawk? Over these past three years, she has
been taking care of both you and your grandmother. She’s been very hard–working. Let her go out and relax tonight, it won’t hurt.”
Stanley’s gaze was icy, his voice like a blade. “Freddy, are you going to make the call or not?”
Perhaps Stanley’s glare was too intense, because Freddy immediately pulled out his phone. “I’ll do it!”
Stanley placed his hands on his hips, his brows furrowed in frustration. ‘Everyone in this house has gone mad. No one listens to
me anymore! It’s all because Grandma spoiled her!‘
Thirty minutes later, Wendy hurriedly arrived at the family estate. She pushed open the door and rushed in. “What happened to
Grandma?”
She froze in her tracks as soon as she stepped inside. The living room was completely silent and dark. No lights were on.
“Why aren’t the lights on?”
Wendy reached out, feeling along the wall for the light switch.
Just as she did, a large hand appeared, grabbing her delicate wrist and yanking her forward. Wendy gasped as her slender body collided against a broad, warm chest.
The man held her tightly and forcefully pushed her against the wall.
Wendy immediately recognized him. Who else but Stanley could behave so violently in the family estate?
She raised her hands, trying to push him away from her chest. “Stanley, what are you doing?”
His voice was low and mocking, “Stanley? Now you remember me? Wasn’t it just a moment ago that you didn’t know who I was?”
As Wendy adjusted to the dark, she noticed the moonlight filtering in through the floor–to–ceiling windows, illuminating his
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She felt puzzled and confused. “Stanley, are you angry because I said I didn’t know you? Aside from a few people in your circle, not
one knew about our marriage. Do you want me to call myself Mrs. Hawk, so you can be the scumbag while Jessica plays the
mistress?”
“That sharp tongue of hers!”
Stanley reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “So eloquent. Could it be because you’ve already found
someone else?”
“Someone else? What do you mean?” Wendy’s voice wavered slightly, realizing what he meant.
“Nathan!”
Wendy shuddered, realizing that Stanley had misunderstood her relationship with Nathan.
She didn’t bother to explain. Instead, she smirked. “Stanley, we agreed to play our games. You and Jessica were practically
grinding on the dance floor at the bar, and I didn’t say a word. What’s it to you what Nathan and I are doing?”
Wendy tried to push past him, but Stanley’s large hand gripped her shoulder, pinning her firmly against the wall.
Her shoulder collided with the hard wall, causing her to feel a sharp pang of pain. Wendy’s usually gentle features became icy, her
voice cold and firm.
“Stanley, let me make this clear. I was good to you in the past because I liked you, but that’s no reason for you to abuse me. Now, I
don’t like you anymore.”
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