Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 109

“What are you doing here?” Monica’s voice rang out sharply, echoing off the cold, sterile walls. Her hands tightened around the blanket covering her. “Mom? What is this woman doing here? Why did you let her in? I thought–I told you not to allow her inside!”

Amalia hesitated, her eyes darting between her daughter and Izzy. “She’s-”

“Save the drama,” Izzy interrupted coolly, brushing past her. She placed the bouquet of white lilies on the small table beside Monica’s bed and straightened it with calm precision. The sight of the flowers–the same type often seen at funerals–did not go unnoticed by Monica. Izzy turned to face her, raising a brow. “Did you honestly think I came here for you?” A bitter snort escaped her lips. “No. I came for your dead child. At the end of the day, the child is innocent.”

“You–How dare you!” Monica’s voice trembled with fury as she sat up straighter. Her face twisted in rage, her hands clenching the bedsheets. “Mom, take her out of this place! Now!”

Amalia winced at the outburst and approached cautiously. “Monica… can we at least calm down?” she urged softly, glancing between the two women. “Izzy must be here to apologize-”

“Apologize?” Monica’s eyes widened with incredulity as she glared at her mother. “She killed your grandchild, Mom! She—”

“Can we just hear her out?” Amalia interrupted, desperation creeping into her voice. She placed a hand on Monica’s arm, trying to calm her. She flashed Izzy a hopeful, expectant look as if waiting for her to soften.

Izzy, however, ignored the two as she sat down with a cold, unflinching stare. It didn’t take too long for Amalia to move toward her eagerly. The woman wore a polite smile, already envisioning a hefty compensation to “fix things.” She folded her hands and said, “Izzy, you’re here, and that’s good. Maybe if you apologize properly, Monica might forgive you. I raised a good daughter, you know–very forgiving.”

Izzy raised an eyebrow, leaned forward slightly, and said with a dry smirk, “Forgiving? Like when she forgave me for stealing my boyfriend by sleeping with him behind my back? That was really sweet of her.”

Amalia’s expression soured instantly, her pleasant facade crumbling. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked sharply. “Didn’t you come here to apologize after what you did to Monica’s baby?”

crossing her legs. She met Monica’s glare with icy calm. “You and I both know the truth, Monica,” she said, locking eyes with her. “So why are we playing this little

between them. “What truth are you talking about?” she

“Ask your perfect daughter.” She glanced back at Monica.

at the sleeve of her coat. She wasn’t here to offer peace. She was here to make sure the truth was simmering right

Izzy’s words, but she quickly masked her irritation with a forced smile. She couldn’t afford to lose control, not now. Inside, her mind was already full of the things that she’s going to do. If Izzy apologized, surely that could lead to some form of compensation. Perhaps a large enough amount to clear those debts she and her man had accumulated. Creditors had been breathing down her neck for months. The mortgage, the unpaid loans–it was a mountain of problems threatening to

money. So much money, Amalia thought. If I

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happen. We understand. What matters is the family coming together. Let’s not make things worse. If you apologize, we

word, isn’t it?

words but forced a chuckle. “Don’t be like that. We

into my boyfriend’s bed, Amalia.” Izzy cut her off, her voice as cold as ice. “Let’s not pretend we’re living in some fairytale

the long game. Maybe Izzy would lose her composure, and offer money to make

said after a few minutes of silence. Just like her mother, she had been thinking about the compensation that Izzy would offer to ease her pain. Money isn’t really a problem when it comes to Izzy. A