Chapter 22
“Lillian Wilson!” Bradley shouted, his frustration boiling over. Lillian’s constant rebellion and blatant disrespect had finally pushed him to his breaking point.
Setting aside his guilt, he resolved to stand his ground as her father. “Stop testing my limits with your reckless behavior.” Lillian casually raised her eyebrows, a smirk playing on her lips. Really? Playing the father card like that? Do you even mean
With just a few words, she effortlessly deflated Bradley’s authority. Ignoring the trembling Bradley, she turned her attention to Yolanda.
“Can’t even figure out if you’re allergic to food or dog hair? Are you just trying to join the Lewis Group to make Samuel laugh himself to death so you can create more opportunities for the Wilson Group? Clever move,” Yolanda sneered.
Before Yolanda could respond, Lillian glanced at the family doctor who was standing by. “Can’t even recognize allergy symptoms? Are you wearing a chef’s coat instead of a doctor’s
The family doctor stood frozen in place.
“What a bunch of fools.” Lillian rolled her eyes, grabbed General and headed upstairs.
Everyone was a bit stunned, and it wasn’t until Lillian’s footsteps faded away that they dared to react, glancing at each other in confusion.
Bradley kept his cool and turned to Yolanda. “Did you accidentally eat peanuts?”
Yolanda shook her head. “I didn’t eat anything but today. I just had a little snack when I got back.” She then looked toward
the doctor.
The doctor explained, “Allergic reactions can vary widely, and its tough to pinpoint the cause with just a consultation. We’ll need to run some blood tests to identify the allergen.”
Yetta chimed in. “Ever since we found out Yaya is allergic to peanuts, we haven’t had anything with peanuts at home. It’s a dog hair allergy, and Lillian’s just making stuff up.”
What a mess this is! Bradley felt silent before offering. “You’re naturally prone to allergies; maybe you’re just sensitive to something new. Let me take you to the hospital for a check–up.
In the end, the drama concluded with Bradley taking Yolanda to the hospital.
As soon as Bradley left, Yetta received a text message. She quickly glanced upstairs, then retreated to her room, locked the door, and opened the message to read.
Aileen: [Mrs. Wilson, I don’t want to go to jail. Please help me.]
Yetta: [I’ll take care of it. You just need to stay inside for a few days, and once you’re out, I’ll give you an extra 100 thousand dollars.]
Yetta felt unlucky about Lillian having installed cameras in the villa. Stressed, she intended to silence Aileen with 100 -thousand. Unexpectedly, Aileen’s greed was insatiable; she demanded 300 thousand, claiming she’d lost her job.
Instantly, Yetta got furious. She didn’t care about the money, but she refused to let a servant take advantage of her.
She typed: [You’ve got some nerve, stealing the dog bell. I should have confronted you sooner. You can either take the 100 thousand and leave, or stay locked up for life.]
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“A servant daring to threaten me, the lady of the house? Yetta snerred silently. She was at the type to let anyone pill be strings. She was convinced that Alleen didn’t have the guts to really stand up to her.
Frustrated, Yetta slammed her phone down on the table. She had worked hard to come up with the perfect plan–o ruin Yolanda’s big interview tomorrow, and blame it all on Lillian’s doy
A few dog hairs wouldn’t be a big deal for Yolanda–just a couple of sneezes at most. She had planned to sprinkle some peanut powder, which Yolanda was allergic to, into her food. But now, Lillian was doing just fine
Yetta’s expression turned serious. This stunt wasn’t just about helping Mindy vent her frustration. It was also because Lillian was excelling in math, even better than Mindy, and was getting closer to the Smith family.
As things escalated, Yella realized she could no longer treat Lillian like some naive country girl who knew nothing about the world.
Still, her efforts hadn’t been entirely wasted. At least she dealt a major blow to Yolanda. After today’s mess, she was sure Yolanda wouldn’t be able to just sit back and do nothing.
“Dad, don’t worry. I’ll just steer clear of that dog more in the future,” Yolanda, who was having an allergic reaction, comforted Bradley in the car.
“I’m sorry you had to go through this Bradley glanced at Yolanda’s face covered in red rashes and felt guilty. Then he let out a deep sigh. “But I really owe Lillian.”
Yolanda whispered softly, “I know, Dad. I don’t blame Lillian. Don’t worry, and please don’t be too hard on yourself.”
Tomorrow’s interview was already shot, and no matter how angry she was, it wouldn’t change anything. The only option was to act mature, win more of Bradley’s affection, and make Lilliariok even worse.
Lillian’s words, “Why not just have her move out?” made Yolanda realize that Lillian couldn’t stand having her around Before, Lillian had shown no signs of targeting her, likely trying to keep her guard down.
But no matter if Lillian was a threat, Yolanda always knew she wasn’t a real Wilson, and that fact wouldn’t change. Plus, the Wilson family’s wealth couldn’t fulfill her dreams, so she wouldn’t bet everything on it.
From the very start, Samuel was her real target. She wanted him–both for who he was and for his status, power, and wealth
A few days later, Yolanda landed a job as a jewelry designer at the Lewis Group, thanks to her qualifications and skills. Sitting in her new office, she couldn’t wait to meet Samuel.
Samuel was checking his emails when a sudden noise caught his attention. Confused, he looked over at Jesse, who was sitting next to him with a stunned expression.
“What’s wrong?” Samuel asked, genuinely curious.
Jesse slowly turned to face him, shadows casting over his features His eyes showed not only hurt but also a hint of resentment. He didn’t say a word, just staring at Samuel,
Samuel was puzzled. Noticing Jesse’s phone screen was still lit up he picked it up and saw that Jesse had been chatting with Lillian on WhatsApp
Jesse had sent Lillian a “have fun emoji, and her reply read: [Your dad won’t let me hang out with you.]
Samuel fell silent before glancing at Jesse, whose face seemed to cream, “Lillian doesn’t want to hang out with me
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Feeling helpless, Samuel set his work aside. “Where do you want to go? I will take you?
Jesse shook his head and sensibly replied, “Rest
Tm not tired,” Samuel said.
Jesse looked at Samuel’s bloodshot eyes and tired face, his little bows knitted together in worry, “Sick…
Samuel’s eyes drooped a bit, and a quick, cryptic emotion flickered across his face–too fast to catch “I’ll be fine, he said trying to reassure Jesse.
But Jesse noticed the moment of silence, his pout deepening, eyes wide with fear at the thought of possibly losing Samuel
Samuel wasn’t sure what comforting lies to tell Jesse, nor did he know how to discuss Jesse’s future or who to trust to take care of him.
Samuel had considered all the Lewises. Eugene’s family was unreliable, but Eugene himself had a cheerful spirit. Kerry was solid but way too quiet. And Evan’s family? Not quite right either
Jesse leaned on Samuel too much. He wouldn’t talk to anyone else, not even his own family. Samuel couldn’t even ask him which family he liked best, since Jesse would pick up on the slightest hint.
“Mr. Lewis.” Luke burst in, phone in hand, excitement lighting up his face. As he got closer, he paused to take in Jesse sitting on the couch.
“Jesse, can you go up to the study on the second floor and grab me a pen?” Samuel asked.
“Okay!” Jesse sprang to his feet.
“Be careful on the stairs,” Samuel warned.
“Got it,” Jesse replied. It took him quite a while to climb the stairs
Only then did Luke speak quickly, “Mr. Goodman just called Dr Mille agreed to perform your surgery. It’s set for next Wednesday, and they have two options ready. He wants to know what you think.”
Seeing Samuel’s lack of enthusiasm, Luke felt a wave of worry wash over him. “Should we look for the Magic Surgeon again?”
Both options seemed too risky. Unless the Magic Surgeon could handle it himself, it would be dangerous for Samuel.
The room fell silent. Samuel didn’t respond and just stared up at the second floor.
After a moment, Jesse’s little figure appeared, waving the pen in his hand as he descended the stairs.
Samuel watched him carefully. If things went wrong on the operating table, Jesse would be the one he worried about–leaving behind.
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Finally, when Jesse stepped down the last stair, Samuel made up his mind. Tell Mr. Goodman I’ll go with next Wednesday.” His condition wouldn’t allow him to wait any longer.
