Angel’s chubby face was contorted as she tried to hold the heavy basket of fruits. The tension in the room was dialed down and Monique found herself smiling at her daughter. She jogged over to relieve the heavy burden. “I’m here.”
Monique lifted the basket and was surprised to find how heavy it was. Angel was really outdoing herself.
She was silently regretting her decision to return home. She should not have given in to her uncle’s request.
The only reason she agreed to come home was to take a breather from Henry Moore—her heart had been too occupied with that man.
She carried the fruit basket in one hand and linked fingers with Angel. After depositing the item, she said to her uncle, “I’ll be in my room cleaning.”
Zephyrus nodded wisely. “Go on. I’ll talk to you later.”
Monique led her daughter upstairs. Her eyelashes quivered as she tried to keep her tears at bay.
She was hurt but she had to put up a front.
Her aunt and cousin were not wrong in their assumptions. Henry Moore wanted her as a lover; it was an undeniable fact.
Could she escape him? Where could she run to?
“Mommy, are you alright?” Angel asked. Her mother looked a bit pale so she reached for her forehead.
Ever since her encounter with Henry Moore, the lies she told went on and on. It weighed on her conscience, having to lie to Angel.
“Okay, Mommy. I won’t bother you while you rest,” Angel said obediently. Monique went under the covers and fell asleep almost immediately.
Yvonne Xander glared as her cousin trudged upstairs with her child. How dare this woman ignore her?
She huffed and remarked, “See that? She has a rich sugar daddy now. We’re nothing to her.”
“Can it! Go and have some food to keep your mouth shut.” Zephyrus stared apprehensively at the pile of delivered goods.
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