Wendy had been standing there for who knew how long, her clear, bright eyes silently observing Lilian’s panic and embarrassment.

Lilian froze on the spot.

Ted quickly hurried over to Wendy, bending at the waist with a servile smile. “Ms. Crone.”

Wendy pulled out a pen and casually tossed it into the outdoor pool. “Dr. Whalen, I dropped my pen.”

“Ms. Crone, I’ll retrieve it for you immediately!”

Ted dashed outside, not caring about the chilly late-autumn water. Without hesitation, he jumped straight into the pool.

Lilian walked over, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Moments later, Ted surfaced, dripping wet, holding the pen in his hand like a

prized treasure. He looked at Wendy with an

ingratiating smile. “Ms. Crone, I’ve got your pen!”

Lilian watched Wendy as if looking at something otherworldly.

Wendy smirked. “What’s wrong? Don’t recognize me?”

Lilian struggled to process what was happening. She couldn’t understand what Wendy had done to Ted to make him so obedient

like a trained dog.

“Honestly,” Wendy continued, “I’ve never understood why you treat me this way. What more could you possibly want? You took

my father’s house, seized his company, abandoned his beloved daughter, and even tainted the wine he cherished most and left

for me.”

With that, Wendy stepped closer to Lilian, standing right by her side.

“Today was just a small warning. Let me reintroduce myself-I’m no longer the Wendy you used to know. Next time, it would be

best if you didn’t provoke me.”

Lilian stared at Wendy in horror. Wendy’s once bright, watery eyes now carried a coldness devoid of warmth. They were dark, deep, and foreboding, like a dangerous, mysterious abyss that sent chills down her spine.

Paralyzed with fear, Lilian couldn’t respond as Wendy turned and walked away.

Outside, Wendy stepped onto the lawn just as a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. Stanley had returned to drop Jessica off.

Stanley wore a sharp black suit, exuding his usual aura of elegance and power. Jessica, in a striking red gown, looked radiant and

beautiful. Walking together, they appeared to be the perfect pair.

Wendy stopped in her tracks. She thought she had healed, but the memory of Stanley abandoning her last night to find another man for her came flooding back. The heart she thought had just mended now felt as if it were slowly being torn apart again.

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Behind her, Lilian’s voice rang out. “Jessica didn’t come home last night. She stayed at Mr. Hawk’s private villa, West Court, and

didn’t return until now.”

Wendy understood Lilian’s implication-Jessica and Stanley had spent the night together.

His private residence, Saville Villa, was a place Wendy had never set foot in. She didn’t have the right.

Her chest clenched with pain.

Lilian chuckled. “Wendy, it’s such a pity. Mr. Hawk doesn’t love you. So what if you ruined things with Dr. Whalen this time? For Jessica, Mr. Hawk will undoubtedly get Dr. Ceylan to treat her!”

Lilian spoke with absolute certainty.

Wendy glanced at her briefly. ‘Oh, really?”

Well, she looked forward to seeing that.

At that moment, Stanley and Jessica were walking toward her. Jessica looked

surprised. “Wendy, what are you doing here?”

Wendy looked up, her gaze meeting Stanley’s

Stanley hadn’t expected to see her there. It was their first encounter since last night. He stopped in his tracks.

Jessica clung to Stanley’s arm, flashing a smug smile. “Wendy, Stanley chose me over you last night. You’re not mad, are you?”

Lilian stood beside Jessica, both of them clearly enjoying the moment, waiting to see her humiliated.

Wendy straightened her back and slowly smiled. “You’re overthinking it. A man who kisses so poorly isn’t worth getting angry

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