Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

“Izzy, this.” Amalia gritted her teeth. She thought Izzy would quickly accept her apology as long as she showed how sincere she was. Why was she not budging? Was Izzy serious this time? Was she really going to abandon them? No! That’s impossible!

“Let’s stop wasting each other’s time,” Izzy said as she rose from her seat. “I am not going back. Instead of coming here, you should waste your energy looking for another accommodation.

“Are you are you really going to kick us out?” Amalia got up. She frowned as she tried to touch Izzy’s arm, but the latter took a step back, avoiding her hand. “Izzy, I’am your aunt. I am your mother’s sister. How could you just kick us out on the streets after I took care of you all these years? Is this how you plan to honor your mother’s memory?”

“Memory?” Izzy snorted. “You want to talk about memory?”

Amalia took a step back, her shoulders tightening. “That’s not what I meant,” she said, forcing a strained smile. “There’s no need to bring up the past. I’m trying to mend things between us

Izzy’s gaze darkened as she moved forward, one step at a time. “Don’t bring up my mother,” she said.

“Your mother is a kind woman that would never abandon her own sister!” Amalia asked, her lips trembling. “Does it make you guilty? Does thinking about her make you feel bad about how you’re treating me–your mother’s only sister?”

Izzy snorted. “Guilty of what, exactly?” she asked, taking another step closer. When Amalia didn’t answer, Izzy continued. “It doesn’t make me guilty, Amalia, but it does remind me. It reminds me of my own stupidity.”

Amalia blinked rapidly, pretending not to understand. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, shaking her head.

“Don’t you?” Izzy’s tone was sharp as she took another step toward Amalia. “Do you remember how you raised me, Amalia? Let’s start with a simple question: How many clothes did you ever buy for me? Do you remember the ones that fit or weren’t your daughter’s hand–me–downs? Or the ones that she doesn’t like?”

had

house while Monica’s room had space for a king–sized bed and a

her voice

another step forward, closing the distance between them. Amalia instinctively backed up,

with mockery. “Like those cozy camps, you sent me to every vacation? You remember those, don’t you? The ones where I learned to pitch tents and clean mess halls while

wasn’t like that- And you- you agreed to stay in those

back, her expression cold. She leaned slightly forward, forcing Amalia to press back against the table. She observed Amalia’s flushed face as she wondered what the woman was thinking. “Right… of course, I

can we

camps?” Izzy continued. What surprised her was the fact that, talking about the past didn’t make her feel anything at all.. She expected to at least feel sad about it. Instead, she felt. nothing. “Do you remember the hives, the swelling

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my arm, who took me to the doctor? Oh, wait, that’s right. No one. I wore a makeshift sling for days because you convinced me I

face was drained of color. “You don’t understand the pressure

cut her off, stepping even closer. “What I don’t understand is how you spent my parents‘ money, the money they left for me, on vacations, luxury, and Monica’s private education while I was treated like a second–class citizen in my own home. What I don’t understand

“Izzy,

She tilted her head, her

harder against the table, her hands

you,” Izzy said, her tone eerily calm. “I don’t want to see you again.” “Izzy, wait!” Amalia grabbed Izzy’s wrist. “At least give me six months. That’s all I’m asking. You

immediately. Instead, she looked down at Amalia’s hand, then up at her face, her expression unreadable. “Six months?” she asked, her

you when no one else was there. You can’t just throw us out like this.. Six months. I deserve to at least stay for six more months before I can find something better!”