Chapter 9
“It’s ridiculous. With such a beautiful woman in his arms, he still has feelings for me, his soon-to-be ex-wife.”
I never thought Felix was such a jerk before, but now I see him as not just a piece of trash but also a complete scumbag.
Gwen texted me. [I know Ms. Walpole really is like a sour grape now. Felix knows I like DR perfume, so he brought back all the new releases for me. My vanity table is about to overflow.]
[I mentioned I didn’t want to use a mattress used by another woman and he replaced it with a new one that same day. He really knows how to pamper someone.]
[Did Felix pamper you like this before?]
Even though I no longer care about Felix, thinking about the past still makes my heart ache. Actually, if it weren’t for Gwen’s appearance, I wouldn’t have known Felix was so good at taking care of people.
When I first graduated from university and rented a place, I complained that the mattress in the room was damp and mouldy and I wanted to spend 150 dollars to buy a new one. Felix scolded me all night long.
“We’re all from a small town, there’s nothing wrong with learning those spoiled city people’s bac habits.”
“It’s not like we’re going to die anyway, so what’s wrong with just putting up with it?”
Under his daily manipulation, I often began to doubt myself, wondering if I was really being too demanding. Even after I became wealthy, I would still hesitate before buying something for myself.
***
Taking a sip of coffee, I spoke frankly, “I only met Dr. Humphrey once. He doesn’t need to do this
for me.”
Louise pushed a delicate little cake toward me, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
‘You really don’t remember anything?”
I was confused.
‘Time is truly terrifying. It can wash away everything.”
‘Do you remember Podilskyi?”
When he mentioned Podilskyi, memories of my mother dying in a car accident, my grandmother suffering a sudden brain haemorrhage and me being kicked out of the house by Jacques, then getting soaked in the rain until I was like a drenched chicken, flooded back into my mind.
I unconsciously gripped the coffee cup. Louise then apologized, “I’m sorry for bringing back those bad memories.”
“Why don’t I tell you a story instead?”
“When I was twelve, I got separated from my mother in Podilskyi. That night, the heaviest rain of the year poured down. Amidst the thunderous claps, a little girl holding an umbrella approached
- She was like a lifeline to me at that moment.
“The girl handed me a strawberry cake and sat with me in the park all night. But when I woke up, she was gone.”
“I searched for her for a long time, until recently, when I saw a photo of her as a child at my grandfather’s house not long ago.”
“Helena, I am very grateful to you for staying with me in the rain and telling me stories all night long.”
I only realized then that I had already met Louise so long ago.
Perhaps this was fate’s arrangement.
Suddenly, Gwen’s boastful message popped up again.
[I’ve convinced Mr. Merz from the Walpole Group to invest in Borgia Company. Soon, I’ll replace you as Mrs. Borgia and even your position as head of the public relations department will be taken by me.]
Was the Walpole Group going to invest in the Borgia Company again?
Why didn’t I know about this?
I didn’t want to go back to the Walpole Group, but after my grandmother nagged me day after day, I went back.
After all, that was the property my grandmother left to my mother. I couldn’t let Jacques’s illegitimate son get away with it.
If I remembered correctly, the only person in the Walpole Group with the authority to decide on investments was Jacques, whom my grandmother had just expelled.
But Jacques was completely broken now. What could he use to represent the Walpole Group in investing in the Borgia Company?
In keeping with my identity as the founder of Borgia Company, I still sent Felix a message
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