Maxwell's unapologetic gaze swept over Jennifer before he lowered his head to flirt with Bridget. "After everything we've done last night, you must be hungry, right? Let's go. You should taste Martha's cooking. From now on, just tell her whatever you feel like eating, and she'll prepare them for you."Bridget lifted her head and gazed at Maxwell with admiration. "Thank you, Mr. Lance. You're truly kind to me," she expressed her gratitude."Is that all?" Maxwell chuckled softly, adding, "I'll pamper you properly tonight."Every word of their unpleasant conversation reached Jennifer's ears. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh. Yet, she could not feel the pain because her heart was already aching.Jennifer didn't even want to have breakfast. Hence, she dressed and got ready to leave.When she entered the living room, she could hear Bridget's giggles and coquettish voice coming from the kitchen.Jennifer acted like she was deaf and did not
Martha countered disdainfully, "Mr. Lance brought you home because he's intrigued by you for now. Mrs. Lance's room is not somewhere you can just enter.""Well, I want to!" Bridget narrowed her eyes and added with contempt, "I can see that you're Jennifer's lapdog. If you don't hand over the key today, I'll tell Mr. Lance and have you fired!"Martha did not bother to hide her displeasure as she snapped, "Do whatever you like!"Infuriated, Bridget stormed back to the bedroom she and Maxwell shared the night before.This room was second only to the master bedroom.But why had Jennifer slept in the master bedroom while Maxwell stayed here? Shouldn't the head of the household have occupied the best room? Bridget seethed with anger. Upon seeing the sheets on the floor, she kicked them aside in frustration. In fact, she was aware that Maxwell had brought her home to spite Jennifer. But so what?Bridget vowed silently that one day, she would sleep in Maxwell's bed instead of on the
"It's me." Maxwell's deep voice came through.Jennifer immediately finished the instant pasta and threw it into the trash can. Then, she calmly opened the door and asked, "Is there anything you need?"The second Maxwell entered the room, he caught a whiff of the lingering scent of instant pasta.Initially, he was worried that she might develop an upset stomach from going an entire day without eating. But now, Maxwell realized that Jennifer was not one to let herself suffer. He mercilessly exposed her facade, saying, "What's the matter? Is Martha's cooking so terrible that you would rather have instant pasta alone?"Jennifer felt awkward and her cheeks flushed red. "I saw someone sitting at the dining table and lost my appetite. So, I figure it's better to eat my pasta in peace," she retorted stubbornly. "Do you mean me or your sister?" Maxwell sneered, sizing Jennifer up. "People weren't lying when they said women can be as cruel as they come. You can't even tolerate your
After saying good night to Martha, Jennifer sat on the bed, hugging her knees. Slowly, a sense of peace washed over her.She calmly thought about it and concluded that this was for the best. Maxwell seemed to detest her more with each passing day. It was only a matter of time before he could not take it anymore and would ask for a divorce. As long as they were divorced, Rachel would spare Zion. With that in mind, Jennifer felt that everything she was enduring now would be worth it. Right then, Bridget's voice rang out from upstairs. "Hey! Mr. Lance, you're naughty!""Be gentle, Mr. Lance!"Her shrieks were loud. It was as if she wanted to wake everyone in the villa up.A sharp pang shot through Jennifer's heart. She immediately pressed her hands over her ears to drown out the noise. She repeatedly told herself that it would not matter who Maxwell ended up with once she divorced him. Jennifer had to get used to such a life. Maxwell was not hers anymore.…Meanwhile,
When Bridget appeared in the cardiac surgery department, Jennifer looked at her in surprise. "What are you doing here?" the latter inquired."I brought you breakfast." Bridget smirked and continued, "My dear sister, I'm sure it's uncomfortable living in the storage room, right? The feeling of hunger is unpleasant too, isn't it?"Jennifer was not one to display any signs of weakness before her. She cast an arrogant glance at Bridget before saying, "If you're here to show off, you can leave now. You can boast once you've taken the position of Mrs. Lance."Her response elicited a chuckle from Bridget."I no longer want to be Mrs. Lance. After all, I'm not as proud as you. All I want is to stay by Maxwell's side. That way, I can live comfortably for the rest of my life."Jennifer replied, "Congratulations then. I hope Maxwell lives up to your expectations and becomes a financial supporter you can take advantage of."Having said her piece, Jennifer turned to leave. There were stil
"Are you telling me she's not?" Khloe looked at Bridget in a daze. The former's curiosity intensified at that moment. Realization dawned upon Bridget and a cunning plan formed in her mind. The corners of her lips curled into a smirk as she replied, "Of course she's not! My sister is great at everything. Unfortunately, she likes to lie and does it all the time! I'm afraid she has deceived you, doctor.""W-What?" Khloe pressed on, "I don't understand. What did your sister lie to me about?""To be honest, she's not Mr. Lance's cousin. She's his kept woman! But how could she publicly admit such things?" Bridget replied.Khloe stared at her in shock. She could not believe what she had just heard. "A-Are you telling the truth? She and Mr. Lance… They're involved like that?"Bridget flashed a knowing smile at Khloe, who panicked. But more than that, she felt a surge of resentment. Khloe had always suspected something was off about Jennifer. However, since the latter was Maxwell's
Jennifer was taken aback. She had only stepped out for ten minutes, and Khloe had already reported her.Left with no choice, she set her phone down and headed to the Academic Affairs Office. There, the teacher gave Jennifer a harsh scolding. They even warned her that any further slip-ups would mean being sent back to her school.Jennifer understood what being sent back to school during her internship meant. It signified that she wouldn't be able to complete her internship, which also meant she couldn't graduate, let alone sit for grad school entrance exams. Jennifer, feeling disheartened, returned to her department. Khloe was sitting in a chair with her arms crossed. She appeared ready to interrogate Jennifer."So, you've finally decided to return, huh? I had to escalate matters to the Academic Affairs Office because, as your attending physician, I could no longer keep you in line."Jennifer looked at her in confusion. Hadn't Khloe treated her fairly well in the past? She h
Since Maxwell did not reprimand Bridget, it only emboldened her to comment further.At that sight, Martha could not help but feel sorry for Jennifer. Martha had not expected Maxwell's affection to come and go so swiftly. It seemed like he had already cast Jennifer aside and was flirting with a new woman.On the other hand, Jennifer resumed her tasks after ending the call with Martha. Even the doctor on the night shift could not bear it any longer and grumbled, "There's so much to do! How could Khloe let an intern like you do all this? "She sure knows how to make her life easier by developing a way to supervise from afar. This way, she can also ensure nothing goes wrong. It's just unfortunate for you. It's already past 10:00 pm, and you still have to work overtime."Jennifer said gratefully to the doctor, "It's okay, doctor. As long as I can learn a thing or two, it's fine.""What can you learn from her? She'll only ask you to do mundane tasks that don't require any technical