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Emotional, Madison violently grabbed Andrea’s hair. “Isn’t Hunter a loyal, perfect man? Aren’t you his precious sweetheart? I’m sure everyone would love to hear that he has an ex–wife, and you’re nothing but a heartless, sly woman! I have all the evidence!”
She knew her threat was unlikely to affect the untouchable Hunter, who’d never cared what anyone else thought about him.
However, Andrea had worked hard for her achievements, and her reputation was everything to her. Hence, the threat effectively made her quiver in fear.
“Alright, alright, I got it. Well, it’s just Evans residence. I’ll give it back to you. Just keep the knife away from me.”
“One last thing: if you dare to trouble my friend, I will ruin your reputation. You’re a smart woman, Ms. Davis. I’m sure you understand that it’s not worth losing everything over such petty matters.”
Before this, Madison used to think that engaging in such petty fights was unbecoming of her. Now all that mattered was the satisfaction that it brought her.
Andrea felt like her scalp was about to be ripped off her head. Her gloating behavior had vanished into thin air, now replaced by desperation instead.
“Yes, yes. I’ll listen to everything you say. The knife, please… My neck hurts.”
The edge of the knife blade was stained bright red with blood. While Madison had exerted enough strength to make Andrea‘ bleed, it was in no way life–threatening.
“Remember this pain. If this happens again, I will kill you right away.”
“Yes, I understand!” Trembling in fear, Andrea decided to avoid this psycho in the future.
Finally, Madison released her grip on Andrea’s neck. Cursing her rotten luck, Andrea kicked the maid aside as she headed upstairs to shower and get changed.
Connor, who’d been forcibly taken away, was wailing for his parents. Despite her best efforts, the nanny’s attempts to pacify and soothe him were all in vain.
When her phone fell out of her pocket, Connor crawled over to grab it, drooling as he called, “Dad. Call. Call Dad.”
Sometimes, Hunter would video call Connor through the nanny’s phone. Hence, the nanny had no choice but to call Hunter.
When it came to Connor, Hunter always answered his calls immediately. The moment the call connected, he was greeted by the sight of Connor’s bloodshot eyes. He looked like an albino rabbit.
“Dad,” he cried, sounding rather aggrieved.
Hunter wondered what caused Connor to cry like that. After all, he barely cried even when he fell. “What happened?” Hunter asked.
“Sorry, Mr. Williams. Connor started acting strangely when a guest arrived and insisted on clinging to her. He started crying after I took him away.” Since the nanny was Hunter’s employee, she didn’t withhold any information from him.
“A guest?” Connor hardly ever initiated going near anyone. He wouldn’t even show Andrea any affection.
“I think they called her Ms. Evans,” the nanny answered, oblivious to Madison and Hunter’s relationship.
Just then, Connor rushed to the window as if he’d made a new discovery.
The nanny trailed after him, calling out to him. Since they were on the second floor, they could see Madison, who was wiping her hair with a wet towel.
The sight of her filled Connor with excitement. Sprawled on the floor–to–ceiling window, he repeatedly cried, “Mom! Mom!
Madison sensed something. She raised her head to look at the window above her.
The sweater on Connor made him look like a little polar bear.
He rested his palms and cheek against the window, overflowing with cuteness.
The good soundproofing blocked his voice from seeping through the window. But she could tell that he was saying hi to her.
His adorable action appeased the displeasure in her as she smiled and waved at him.
Hunter happened to witness the scene at that moment. It felt like he had returned to the time he first met her.
That morning, the ponytail girl was waving at him with a smile as dazzling as the sun.
Ten years had passed, yet he could remember that smile vividly.
He pulled his senses back
Madison would not come to Collington Cove alone. There could only be one reason for this. She came here for the Evans residence.
Hunter hung up the call. Brent reported the slaughterhouse incident to Hunter.
Hunter shoved the ashtray onto the ground, thinking, “Andrea is getting nosier day by day.”
“Get the car ready,” he instructed coldly.
Madison’s cheeks felt cold because of the breeze.
She didn’t want to stay in a room that was specially built for Andrea.
She’d rather stay outside in the cold.
After a shower, Andrea headed downstairs with a robe and shower cap. There was a scrape on her neck.
The manicurist she hired arrived at that time.
She rested on the white leather couch.
Andrea enjoyed her pedicure, relishing in the top–notch service.
Madison returned to the living room. Andrea, who resented her to the bone, wasn’t as arrogant as before.
Andrea wore an icy expression. “I can give you Evans residence, but I have two conditions too. “
Madison frowned. “You want a negotiation?”
“Earning a living is tough. I think it’s reasonable for me to have two conditions from you when I’m offering a five–million- worth house”
“Fire away,” Madison prompted impatiently
“First, leave Aldenvine. Second, disfigure yourself”
Madison questioned back, “Are you out of your mind? Do you know what you’re talking about?”
Andrea tossed a fruit knife onto the carpet casually “I want you to stay away from Hunter
“Once you ruin your face, you won’t pose a threat to me
“You have something on me, but I have your father’s weakness. Do you want the to expose his deests to the public
Madison’s face slightly changed, giving Andrea a sense of triumph
Andrea continued, “We’re no less different from each other. None of us are innocent with clean hands.
“Madison Evans, I want you to ruin your face and leave Aldenvine in exchange for the house.”
Other than for Fondham residence, Madison was here for something else.
mastermind. Having tested her a few times, she could tell that Andrea was not the
Atarina was unaware of her terminal illness, so she need not waste her time on these matters.
but who else could it be if it wasn’t Andrea?
White Madison was absorbed in her contemplation, Andrea motioned at the maid next to her.
A maid with a built stature kicked Madison by the calf from behind, causing her to get on her knees.
The maid unsheathed a knife “Here, Ms. Evans ”
Madison stared at the knife, which reflected her frowning face. “Andrea Davis, I haven’t agreed to it yet.”
The maid did not care he wore a contorted smile. “Ms. Evans, this is your only option.
“Don’t worry. Ms.
ver the Evans residence to you after you ruin your face.”
Madison attempted to free herself, but the maid was too strong.
“As Evans, since you can’t bring yourself to do it, allow me to have the honor to help you.” The maid then flung the knife toward her face
A loud crying echoed against the wall. Connor was standing by the staircase, wailing.
Surprised, the maid stopped her movement. Although Andrea wasn’t close with Connor, as his mother, she didn’t wish for her kid to witness the cruel scene.
She instructed, “What are you doing? Make sure the kid doesn’t see this.”
The flustered maids rushed toward Connor. Andrea was irritated by the sudden crying, too.
She urged, “What are you standing there for? Do it.”
The maid said aloud from upstairs, “Master Conner must be having an allergy reaction. There are a lot of rashes on his body and face.”
“Call the doctor over.” Andrea was very impatient.
Instead of dealing with Connor, she was anxious to settle the score with Madison because it was her rare chance to do so.
Madison looked at Andrea in disbelief. “He’s your son. He’s so little, and he’s crying. You should at least hug him and comfort him.”
Andrea sneered. “If you make it quick, I can do that right away.”
“He’s crying so helplessly upstairs. He’s not my child, but why does it wrench my heart to see him crying?” Madison wondered.
Her instinct was urging her to throw the knife away and hug Connor.
At this moment, Connor suddenly mustered the strength to break free from the maid’s grasp.
“Master Connor!” the maid shrieked as he rolled down the stairs.
Thanks to her speed, Madison was fast enough to catch him in her arms. Rashes crawled all over his tear–stricken face.
“Mama, Mama.” Connor snuggled into her embrace.
The wholesome scene infuriated Andrea so much.
“Madison Evans, stop dragging the time. If you can’t do it, I can help you.” She gestured at the maids to approach Madison.
One of them wanted to take Connor away from Madison, while the other was planning to hurt her.
Andrea didn’t budge from the couch amidst the mess simply because her pedicure wasn’t done yet.
Today, Madison finally realized that not everyone deserved to be a mother.
She was taken aback by how Andrea wasn’t bothered to comfort Connor in this kind of situation.
To Andrea, the pedicure and Madison’s disfigurement were more important than her kid.
Madison grew pity toward Connor, finally understanding why he was very attached to her whenever they met.
Right now, he was hugging her so tightly, showing no hints of letting her go.
She didn’t have a reason to let him go either.
Amid the fight, Madison accidentally rolled down the stairs with Connor in her arms.
The child, whom she failed to protect in the sea, fleeted across her mind. She hugged Connor tightly to take all of the pain and danger upon herself.
Until they rolled over the final fleet of stairs, her first reaction was to smile at the surprised boy. “Don’t be scared. I’m here.”
Connor stared at her in a daze. The shock was too much for him to handle that he forgot to cry.
Andrea didn’t rush over to check on him. Instead, she said, “Ruin her face right now.”
The two maids came up to Madison with a knife. “We’re sorry, Ms. Evans.”
No one in the house had the nerves to go against the future Mrs. Williams. Her words were their orders to take.
The pain sapped Madison of her energy. Grogginess and exhaustion got the best of her.
All she could do was watch the sharp knife drawing closer to her.
The moment the maid raised the knife, she heard a roar.
It was as though the king of the beast let out a furious rom, deafening enough to shake the winds forest