When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 92

Chapter 92



All afternoon, my mind was elsewhere, haunted by Freya's words.

Merritt certainly had a knack for things; not only had Kayla's evidence vanished into thin air, but even the buzz online seemed to have been scrubbed clean.

In the Patterson family, a child's mother must be spotless, after all.

When Clyde walked into the office, I was zoning out in front of my computer.

Freya's face flashed before my eyes again. She seemed to have such a passion, such a sense of justice for everything and everyone.

Even though she knew I was in on the secret, she didn't press me but decided to investigate on her own.

Cops like her are rare indeed.

"Melanie, ready to head home? I've come to pick you up."

Clyde's smile was gentle, his voice much softer than usual.

Colleagues who hadn't left yet turned to stare at us as if they'd seen a ghost.

Three years of marriage, and this was the first time he'd come to the office to pick me up. Despite working in the same company, he had always ignored me. There were always other women by his side, coming to pick him up.

Ignoring the gossip-hungry glances from my colleagues, I packed up and stood. But before I could walk over, Kayla had already latched onto Clyde's

arm.

"Clyde, let's go home." she said in a sweet tone.

Now living in the Patterson Mansion, she clearly felt superior, her words a challenge thrown my way.

back down to call for a

the wait for a car

some dignity. You go to

this attitude towards Kayla from the

of how he

but now

face, quickly invoked Merritt. "Your grandfather asked you to take good care of

her actions and tone made it

said so? Maybe Kayla

be, Mr. Patterson came for

if she's pregnant? Look at how

thin, her posture revealing

meant

aside, also brought

the corridor, he glared at her fiercely. "I told you, just have the child and you'll be

dare stir things up again, or mention this to anyone,

making Kayla

at Clyde with a pitiful

off restinget

tomorrow."

meant menial

glance at Clyde. He

to retort, he pulled me towards

in the car did his mood seem

cop looking for you

had

looking for me; I had no intention of

bold in their actions,

story

before looking at me with a pained

hate you,

soft, seeing through him to the boy who used to help my parents, and that was enough