Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, Roxanne dropped her innocent act and said sarcastically, “Tessa, you’re already 30. Why don’t you get a divorce already?
“Do you know what Mr. Chesson says about you? He says you smell old and that you nauseate him.
“On the other hand, he says that I have skin like porcelain and smell amazing. I’m only 20, after all.”
I’d heard things like this before.
Back then, I had a high fever and was so out of it that I asked Sebastian to carry me to the hospital. Instead, he threw me on the floor and said, “Stop faking sick for attention. You’re built like a damn ox. How could you be sick? You’re not as young as Rox. Act your age.
“My grandpa never liked you anyway, so stop making things worse.”
I wasn’t as young and supple as Roxanne.
“Roxanne, do you think being a mistress makes you superior?” I slipped the divorce papers into my coat and laughed coldly.
“Did you forget that when you were about to be married off in the mountains for a bride price, sick and half-dead, it was me who saved you?”
Roxanne’s face turned cold. “If you’re really that kind, then you should help me all the way. That means giving up Mr. Chesson, too.”
That twisted logic told me everything I needed to know. Roxanne had been rotten from the start.
I turned to leave, but she suddenly grabbed my hand and slid off the bed, crying out, “Ah! My stomach! It hurts!”
Sebastian rushed in, yanking me away so hard I hit the doorframe, splitting my forehead open. However, he didn’t even look at me. All of his attention was on Roxanne. He asked panickedly, “Where does it hurt?”
She collapsed into his arms, crying miserably. “Mr. Chesson, I don’t know why Tessa is so cruel… She hit my belly on purpose. She’s trying to kill our baby. Maybe I should just die instead.”
He gently patted her back and coaxed her softly.
Then, he turned to me, eyes blazing. “Tessa, how could you be so vicious? You used to be so kind that you even treated injured stray cats and dogs. Did you forget you’re a traditional healer? Where are your medical ethics?”
I pressed a hand to the bleeding gash on my forehead, the dizziness almost knocking me out. Looking at his face made me want to throw up.
I didn’t bother explaining. “Yeah. I’m vicious.”
