Chapter 3

“Pfft! Bitch, that’s very snobbish of you to act as if you’re the madam of the house even before you are married to Mr. Calix! Give her a lesson!” 

“Ahh…” one of the male servants raised his hand to strike me. I grabbed and twisted his arm with force as swift as lightning before tossing him to the floor. 

The other three male servants lunged at me. 

I did not stop them. I assaulted them with kindness and overcame them using various approaches. As a result, they were defeated. 

“Bitch, I never expected you to be such a good fighter despite your frail appearance.” Rocky rolled up his sleeves and lunged at me aggressively. 

I saw a broken stick on the floor, which had been used by one of the servants. I kicked the stick up, and it flew like an arrow at Rocky’s head. 

“Ahh…!” his head was cut open, and within an instant, blood covered his face. “Call Ms. Violet now! Quick!” he shouted at the female servants beside him. 

I went upstairs. A thick layer of dust covered the floor. Footprints could be seen everywhere. I stopped in front of a room with no visible dust on the doorknob. 

I pushed open the door and entered the room. A pungent smell of antiseptic blended with a disgusting smell entered my nostrils. The smell was so putrid that I instinctively covered my mouth and nose. 

I walked into the room and drew the curtains. 

A man was lying on a large bed beside me, and a medical instrument was placed on the desk, monitoring his vital signs. 

I fixed my gaze on him. 

The first thing I noticed was that his hair was long and disheveled. Facial hair grew around his lips, making him look like a middle-aged man. There was not even the slightest beauty seen from him. 

The good thing was his skin was fair, possibly because he spent most of the time inside the house where it did not face the sunlight. 

Was he Calix Smith? 

Five years ago, I had sex with him and was pregnant with three children. Was he truly the same Calix who had given 150,000 dollars to save my mother’s life? 

Was this man truly the same dashing, handsome Calix Smith whom I couldn’t wipe out of my memory after only a single glance? 

What exactly had happened to him? 

How did he end up like this? 

“Calix, do you still remember me? I was Avery Morgan a few years ago, but I’m Blaire Willows now. I’m back. I came back to return your kindness. Can you hear me?” I held his bony hand exposed outside the quilt as I spoke softly. 

“Where’s the bitch who created a fuss in the mansion? How dare she barges into Calix’s room? I’m going to strike her to death…!” 

I heard footsteps and those words from the outside of the room, making me frown, but I stayed still. 

Suddenly, the door opened. 

“What smell is that? It’s dreadful!” 

The servants behind the woman who spoke fanned away the smell as they looked inside the room with disgust. 

Pathetic people!

“Who are you? How dare you injure my servants? Who gave you the guts to do so?!” the woman asked. 

I arched my brow as I took a razor and carefully shaved Calix’s beard, ignoring the loud woman behind me. 

“Ms. Violet, the bitch is very stubborn. You have to be careful.” It was Rocky that reminded the woman. 

“I’m the young lady of the Smith family. Do I look like I’m easily bullied?” The woman named Violet replied. 

I could sense that the woman received such treatment from the Smiths, making her this unreasonable and wild. 

I can sense her anger toward me. But who cares? 

“Bitch, I’m talking to you… Ahh!” 

I sliced her arm open with the razor, and a bloody wound appeared on her fair arm. 

I reacted so fast that she was caught off guard. She did not even see how I had hurt her. 

When she recovered her senses, I was facing her with my back. I bent down and shaved Calix’s beard on his chin. 

“I-It’s freaking bleeding… how dare you hurt me?!” 

“Shut up!” I shouted coldly. She’s getting on my nerves. 

My voice was as cold as ice, as if a demoness had spoken in the room. I saw how fear lingered immediately toward Violet, leading her into silence. 

“Another word, and I’ll slit your throat instead of your arm,” I said indifferently but threateningly. 

“What are you standing there for? Darn you! Strike the bitch to death!” This woman refused to listen to my words as she instructed her servants to strike me. 

Violet’s imposing aura intimidated her servants, and they lunged toward me. But before they reached me, I had already injured several of them with the razor. 

The last of the servant’s clothes were cut into pieces by the razor before he was sent flying out of Calix’s bedroom. 

I swept a glance across the people at the doorway fiercely. Over the past five years, I have never enjoyed my life in France. 

I had endured a lot of suffering and experienced hardships to return to New York to avenge my mother and reunite with my son and daughter. 

“You… just wait and see.” The woman blurted out the words purely for the sake of defending her own integrity. 

I smirked. ‘Stupid.’

After they left, I returned to Calix’s bedside. 

“It’s too noisy, right? Don’t worry; I promise this will be the last. 

“Do you feel more comfortable after shaving? 

“Let me help you trim your hair.”