Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

Chapter 866: Chapter 866: Get Out, Can’t You Understand?

Paige came over with chicken soup and asked doubtfully, ”What’s wrong with you? You seem preoccupied lately. You’re on the phone more than usual too.”

When it came to work matters, Dennis Hale never talked to her about them.

So he deflected, ”I’m worried about Hailey. She won’t be coming back for a while, right?”

They also knew about Melissa Merce’s terminal illness. Hailey said she wanted to accompany her for some time there.

”How could she suddenly have a terminal illness?”

Paige gently placed the bowl of chicken soup on the desk. ”Do you think she’s playing some trick to win Finn Morgan over?”

”It was diagnosed by Ian Shelby.” Dennis Hale asked, ”Do you think there’s a possibility of it being a trick?”

Paige was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head, followed by a sense of regret.

At night, Emerald Cove.

Justin Kingston, dressed in a robe, stood by the master bedroom window taking a call. The person on the other end told him—

”CEO Kingston, we have obtained stronger criminal evidence against Lydia Ingram. We have video of her dealings with Martin, and the conversations are very clear.”

Justin Kingston wasn’t very excited. He calmly said—

”We already have quite a bit of evidence of her dealings with Martin, but of course, the more, the better. We need to investigate the forces behind her. This time we must root them out completely, including Martin.”

”We are already monitoring closely. Mrs. Goldman might also yield some results, considering Monica Usher is pregnant and Lydia Ingram is sure to visit her often.”

”Then ensure Mrs. Goldman stays safe. Lydia Ingram is ruthless. If any secrets leak, she will stop at nothing to destroy evidence, possibly even resorting to murder.”

”Rest assured, CEO Kingston. Mrs. Goldman has a background as a detective; not only is she good at counter-surveillance, but she also has great skills.”

”Yes, that’s good then.”

On the same night, in a large villa on Sycamore Lane.

The lights were bright, yet it felt cold and empty, lacking any warmth of a home.

The dining table downstairs was filled with nutritious foods, but the host had yet to come down; the food was getting cold.

A servant knocked on the door of the second-floor bedroom, ”Mrs. Ingram, are you awake? It’s time to eat dinner.”

The door opened, and Monica Usher coldly replied, ”Don’t call me Mrs. Ingram.” Her gaze was as if it could kill.

”Yes, Ms. Usher.” The person quickly bowed, eyes lowered, and said again, ”You haven’t eaten anything all day. If you keep starving, your body won’t hold up. Please eat a little?”

”Get out.” Monica Usher’s tone remained cold as she shut the door.

Why should she care if they were like some old hag? After all, she was pregnant, and there was nothing they could do to her!

The servant, having faced a closed door, descended the stairs in exasperation and went to the dining room. ”She won’t eat, not that we didn’t offer her food. If Mr. Ingram asks, we’ll just tell the truth.”

”That’s not an option.” Mrs. Goldman spoke up, ”We’re being paid to do a job; we must serve her well. Mr. Ingram cares about the child she’s carrying. Not eating will definitely affect the child, leading to malnutrition or birth defects.”

”The woman is fierce, and her gaze is cold.”

”I’ll go.” Mrs. Goldman picked up a tray, put some food on it, and headed upstairs.

Monica Usher stood by the window, looking out into the deep night, her hands gently caressing her abdomen, overwhelmed with complex emotions.

Should she keep it or get rid of it?

What would be the fate of this child in the future?

Lydia Ingram would eventually go to jail, possibly even face the death penalty, and after giving birth, she would continue to be imprisoned. The child would become an orphan...

Thinking of this, her heart felt as if it was being torn apart with sorrow.

At this moment, the sound of the doorbell pulled her back to reality. Monica Usher’s eyes darkened further, full of fiery anger, as she turned to take steps forward.

Opening the door, ”Didn’t I tell you all to get lost? Don’t you understand?!”

She shouted and then realized it was a different person, holding a tray with some food on it.

”Ms. Usher.” Mrs. Goldman spoke softly, ”It’s been so long, you must be hungry. Only when you’re full will you have the strength to fight.”

Her words made Monica Usher pause slightly, as it was spoken with a certain refreshing peculiarity.