Chapter 156 Angry Woman
The glass shattered with a sharp crash, scattering shards across the living room floor.
Edwin’s face darkened instantly, his voice sharp as he snapped, “Like this place isn’t already messy enought You better clean all of this up, every single piece!”
Without a maid cleaning up after them, the floors hadn’t been mopped for days, and small stains had crept in here and there.
They could’ve waited a little longer before cleaning, but now with glass scattered everywhere, there was no avoiding it.
And it wasn’t just the floor–they’d have to clean thoroughly, even the space beneath the sofa.
Helen’s lips curled into a pout, tears threatening to spill again, feeling wounded and unfairly treated.
Her father had never scolded her for trivial, mundane stuff before, and now, he expected her to sweep.
Sweeping was the maid’s job–now it was hers.
She resisted, voice trembling, “I can’t possibly clean any floor this filthy! The house needs a maid anyway. Why don’t you just hire someone? If she does well, she can handle the job for us.”
Worry etched deep into Edwin’s face as he lowered his gaze, falling silent.
The company was struggling, money was tight, and he couldn’t afford a maid right now.
The more he thought about it, the heavier his chest felt.
Work was piling up, and home affairs were no better.
In the end, he said nothing and got back to his room, hoping for a moment’s peace.
But Caroline followed closely.
Edwin spun around, his brow tightening.
“You still need something?”
Caroline cut straight to the point. “I’m here for a reason. Give me my bracelet back.”
Edwin’s memory flickered to the bracelet.
But he had promised Alaina he wouldn’t return it to Caroline.
After a long pause, his tone softened/“That bracelet is out of fashion. It’s not really your style. How about you let Alaina have it, and I’ll buy you something better another day?”
“No.” Caroline saw this coming from a mile away. Getting the bracelet back would not be an easy task.
Even so, she was determined to get it back.
She held out her hand, eyes cold and resolute. “Give it to me now.”
Edwin bristled at her icy tone, his anger flaring. “I’m not in the mood today, so don’t push your luck! I need
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to rest. Now get out of here!”
Caroline pulled a chair from the desk and sat down firmly.
“You’re not sleeping until you give me back my bracelet,” she said, voice steady and sharp.
From what Edwin had said earlier, she figured the bracelet was already with Alaina.
But she didn’t care at all. That bracelet was the only thing her mother had left her. It was her last piece of connection to her.
If Edwin didn’t return it, she would make sure he never found peace–no sleep, no rest.
Edwin’s anger surged. He slammed his foot down on one of the chair’s legs, letting out his frustration.
As he raised his foot, Caroline jumped up fast.
The chair flew across the room and crashed against the wall.
The loud noise caught Miguel’s attention in the study next door.
He came out, eyes narrowing when he spotted Caroline. “What’s going on, Edwin?”
Before Edwin could speak, Caroline rushed in. “It’s nothing serious. Edwin told me last night he found my missing bracelet and asked me to come get it today. But now I’m asking for it, and he won’t give it back- he’s actually mad.”
She spoke quickly, not giving Edwin a chance to interrupt.
Miguel looked at Edwin with confusion. “Edwin, you’re the one who asked Caroline to come over for dinner today? So you knew about the set up?”
He’d assumed Alaina had called Caroline, but it was Edwin all along.
It seemed too convenient–almost like Edwin hąd tricked Caroline into coming.
And now Edwin refused to return the bracelet.
If he didn’t want to give it back, there was no reason to ask her to come over at all.
Even a fool could see that.
Edwin’s brow furrowed, irritation flashing in his eyes as he locked gaze with Miguel.
“Are you accusing me, Miguel?” he snapped, disappointment thick in his voice.
Miguel had never doubted him before, never questioned him like this…
Yet one sentence from Caroline was enough to shake that trust.
It hit hard. Edwin’s face darkened/
Miguel’s chest tightened, and he rushed to explain, “You’re thinking too much. I just—”
Before he could finish, Edwin waved him off impatiently. “Save it for tomorrow. Leave. You’re giving me a
headache.”
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