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.”

couldn’t help but chuckle as she approached the door, suitcase

“Athousand? How generous

said sarcastically, not slowing down.

face darkened, her voice rising.

block Whitney’s path. “Unbelievable. No respect for your elders. Search her

to accuse me of stealing.

only outsider in the house. Who else could it be?” Emily snapped, tuming to the staff. “Well? What are you waiting for? If

idea of

to let the situation escalate. “Fine. If you’re so concensed, I’ll open my suitcase, but

words were firm, and she placed her suitcase on the ground, unzipping it slowly

There’s no need to involve Mc. Howard Senior. Forget it.

retreating upstairs without

zipped the suitcase backup and stood, brushing off the

you wouldn’t take anything. It’s just..

small, understanding smile, “I know. Don’t worry, I won’t bother Grandpa

her suitcase toward the front

outside, a car pulled up, stopping directly in front of her. The passenger–side

his gaze dropping

back at this hour and was caught

to Grandpa,” she said curtly, heading toward her own