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.”

chuckle as she approached

“Athousand? How generous

not slowing down.

darkened, her voice rising. “Stop

No respect for your elders. Search

me of stealing.

gone missing. You’re the only outsider in the house. Who else could it be?” Emily snapped, tuming to the staff. “Well? What are you waiting for? If she stole it,

Elijah favored Whitney, and the idea of crossing her was daunting. Yet, defying Emily

escalate. “Fine. If you’re so concensed, I’ll open my suitcase, but if I’m innocent, I’ll make

placed her suitcase on the

just guessing. There’s no need to involve Mc. Howard

abruptly, retreating upstairs without anotherword.

zipped the suitcase backup and stood,

hesitantly. “Ms. Spencer, we know you

Don’t

she pulled her suitcase

up, stopping directly in front of her. The passenger–side window rolled down,

you leaving?” he asked, his gaze dropping

at this

curtly, heading toward her own