The Woman From Hell

I was too lazy to watch her act any longer, so I just turned around and left.

The next morning, the warm, light yellow sun shone into the room. Delicacies covered the surface of the table, but it was like I was chewing wax in my mouth.

"Why didn't you wait for me to eat? It's fine if I don't eat since it's fine for me to be abused. But I'm hungry. What should I do if the child isn't able to absorb nutrition?"

Seeing Delia's face that was similar to my best friend's saying such contrived and disgusting words made my stomach churn.

I resisted the urge to vomit. My fingertips were trembling slightly, and my lips were tightly pursed as I stared at her with my almond-shaped eyes.

"Theo isn't here, so there's no need to put on a show here. It's not like I don't have your share of food."

I looked at the person in front of me and was unable to eat anymore.

"I believe once my child is born, not only will there be food for me but also food for the child. Will you still stay here when you see President Grant and me as a family of three?"

Delia's words hurt my heart deeply. It ached.

"Do you think you'll be able to stay here long?"

I was seething. What a shameless person. "Do you think Theo will keep you for a long time?"

is dependent on the status of their children? When the time comes, I won't only remain but I'll also drive you and your children out." Domineering and arrogant. Delia

the chopsticks in my hand tightly, the veins on the back of my hand pulsing. I abruptly

eyes widened in horror as she covered

a sound from

"Ah..."

floor with a pained expression. I looked at the person slumped

even hit her across the face. I just

slender figure walked in through

turned out she had been waiting for me to fall into

did you slap me in the face? I just wanted to eat something to nourish

just stared at Theo who came

not speak. He helped Delia up from the cold

the family

heart was cold. I lowered my head, and

instantly chilled. I was sweating all over and feeling extremely disappointed. How could one not feel uncomfortable to see

I was sitting at the dining table and feeling as though I was chewing on wax

of inspections, he

to protect my stomach. Who knows what would have happened to the