When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 188 Where Are You Going

As Whitney left the study, Elijah’s parting woods lingered in her mind. They were usually thoughtful, but she pushed the thought aside.

She carried her suitcase downstairs, only to run into Emily, who was on her way in

Emily’s expression twisted into a sneer when she saw the lograge. “Leaving already? I thought you’d try to cling to this place for as long as possible.”

Whitney met her glare calmly. Emily didn’t know what her precious son had been up to. She’d be stunned once she discovered Damian was stripped of his title as

the Howard heir.

“What’s that look for?” Emily snapped, noticing Whitney’s pare, which carried a trace of pity

clingine to her shallow sense of superiority, she had no idea what stann was coming

Emily’s voice sharpened, laced with venom, “Listen, after you marry my son, don’t think for a second you’ll be the lady of the house. Your only job will be to take care of him and keep yourself in check. And stop dressing like you’re trying to get attention. You’re about to be a housewife, so act like one.

Whitney glanced at her outfit —a white turtleneck sweater under a tailored pear–blue blazer paired with light graywide–leg imusers, Simple, classy, and far from

Emily wasn’t done. “If you behave, I might even convince him to give you arvextra thousand dollars in spending money each month.”

as she approached

“Athousand? How generous

said sarcastically, not slowing

darkened, her voice rising. “Stop right

Whitney’s path. “Unbelievable. No respect for your elders. Search her suitcase. Who knows

right to accuse me of stealing. Mrs. Howard, let alone

Who else could it be?” Emily snapped, tuming to the staff. “Well? What are you waiting for? If she stole it, you’re all

knew Elijah favored Whitney, and the idea of crossing her was daunting. Yet, defying Emily wasn’t an option. either.

I’ll open my suitcase, but if I’m innocent, I’ll make

firm, and she placed her suitcase on the ground,

her expression wkward. “I was just guessing. There’s no need to involve Mc.

abruptly, retreating upstairs without anotherword.

backup and stood, brushing off the

her hesitantly. “Ms. Spencer, we know you wouldn’t take

know. Don’t worry, I

suitcase toward the front

in front of her. The passenger–side

asked, his gaze dropping to

hadn’t expected him back at this hour and was caught

spoke to Grandpa,” she said curtly, heading