Chapter 40
Chapter 40:
“What do you both want this time?” I asked, remaining seated on my bed.
I had no energy to argue with them right now. All I needed was a clear mind. And on top of that, my visitor was just two rooms away. Their ranting would obviously disturb her precious ears.
“You don’t expect us to sit back and do nothing, do you?” Sheela asked first, sounding furious.
“Why would you bring that cursed girl back to this mansion? She brought you nothing but bad luck while she was here, and after all the suffering and damage she caused, you still brought her back to save a company that was ruined because you were too busy thinking about her. Isn’t that beyond foolish?” my mother snapped.
“Take your leave once you’re done. I have nothing to say to you,” I said.
“I won’t move an inch until you realize that whatever you’re doing is wrong. She has to leave this mansion immediately. If she has any help to offer, let her do it from the pack she currently belongs to.”
“And since when did you start telling me what to do? Or are you the Alpha of this pack?
“If you really want her out of this mansion, then let me ask you this, and I expect an answer.”
“My company is on the verge of collapse—or rather, let me put it this way, it has already fallen apart. As the so-called woman of this pack, what help do you have to offer to revive it and restore it to what it once was?” I asked.
She stared at me in silence, and as expected, she had no answer. There was nothing she could do.
“I suppose you’ll just sit back and watch it fall apart so you can later tell me not to cry over it, that what’s meant to be will be, or that other opportunities will come in the future. You don’t deserve to be a woman of this pack if you can’t even provide a solution to a problem. You probably think everything revolves around sex,” I said.
“She might not have much to offer, but she comes from a humble background. She is the best bride any man could ask for. Her father is of noble birth, and she is beautiful and intelligent. What more do you need? Why won’t you detach yourself from that cursed woman? What is so special about her?” she asked.
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“I don’t need a woman who lives off her father’s name and wealth. I need a woman who is strong, independent, and doesn’t depend on anyone to live her life. Sheela does not match that description.”
“I don’t care about your ideal type of woman. Sheela is my choice for you, and that’s final. You will take her as your wife whether you like it or not.”
“And that woman has to leave this mansion. The company wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t spent five whole years thinking about that cursed girl. I don’t care if the contract between you and Mr. Mico gets severed—I just want her out of here,” my mother said.
“Why should I throw her out of the mansion? And if the contract gets severed, how exactly do you plan to help me?” I asked calmly.
“You can always get help from any other company besides Mr. Mico’s, so get her out of here, or you cease to be my son,” Mom said, looking serious.
“I’m sorry, Mom, but I won’t be listening to you. I won’t lose that woman the same way I lost her five years ago. She will help me, and I don’t care if she’s getting married to someone else. I won’t sever that contract just because you want me to. She will remain in this mansion, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it,” I said firmly.
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