Chapter 14: A Malicious Heart
Take it off?
If Queenie really intended to, she wouldn’t still be standing there.
A cold gleam flickered in Wendy’s eyes.
“If you want to wear trash, then keep it on. Or toss it in the garbage–makes no difference to me.”
Without another glance, she walked upstairs.
Queenie’s face darkened.
And Steven’s gaze followed Wendy’s back, unsettled.
She wasn’t shouting, wasn’t throwing a tantrum. The calmer she was, the more wrong it felt.
“Is Sister angry at me? Maybe I should go change…” Queenie murmured pitifully, pretending to rise.
But both Steven and Michael stopped her at once.
“Auntie Queenie, don’t bother with that bad woman. She’s just jealous you look better in her clothes. If she makes you take it off, I’ll protect you!” Michael puffed up, like her little knight.
Steven nodded firmly.
“I’ll buy you new clothes. That way you won’t have to put up with Wendy’s moods.”
Their words carried clearly upstairs.
Lying on her bed, Wendy stared blankly at the ceiling, pain gnawing her chest.
Was this what all her years of sacrifice amounted to?
The more she gave, the less she was valued. The more someone manipulated them, the more they adored her.
Absurd.
Downstairs, their laughter grew louder, as if deliberately amplified to torment her.
She pulled the blanket over her head, but even that couldn’t block it out.
If she’d known, she would’ve stayed at the hospital to sleep.
Exhaustion eventually dragged her under–until pounding knocks jarred her awake half an hour later.
“Wendy, get out here! I have something important to tell you!”
She sat up, yawning, dragging herself to the door.
“You’re so slow.” Steven’s tone dripped with disdain. His eyes brimmed with contempt.
“The housekeeper just called. Grandfather isn’t feeling well. You’re coming with me to see him.”
At the mention of Old Master Price, Wendy’s heart softened. He was the only one in the family who had ever treated her kindly.
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She would go. Of course she would.
And she needed to bring a gift.
Rubbing her temples, she said quietly,
“Stop by Antiqua House on the way. I’ll pick up a sculpture. Grandfather always loved them.”
A flicker passed through Steven’s eyes. At least when it came to his grandfather, she showed care.
“Just remember–watch what you say. Don’t upset him.”
His warning rolled off her back. The truth would come out eventually.
She shut the door in his face and began to change.
Moments later, a syrupy voice floated from outside.
“Steven, I’m so worried about Grandfather. Can I come too?”
“Daddy, let Auntie Queenie come!” Michael chimed in.
Steven hesitated–then shook his head.
“Queenie, it’s better if you stay. Grandfather’s unwell. Too many people will only upset him. Once he recovers, I’ll bring you.”
He knew his grandfather favored Wendy. Bringing Queenie would only risk displeasure.
Queenie lowered her eyes, jealousy burning beneath the meek mask.
Even now, she couldn’t cross the Price family’s threshold.
But she would find a way.
When Wendy came downstairs, she ignored them both and went straight to the car.
Michael pouted.
“Mom’s so rude! Doesn’t she know we need to ride too? She didn’t even wait!”
Steven’s frown deepened. This woman was growing more insolent by the day.
After buying the gift, they drove toward the Price family estate atop Mount.
Halfway up, Steven’s phone rang.
“Steven, I tripped and hit my head on the table corner. It hurts so much. Can you come back and take me to the hospital?” Queenie’s voice quivered pitifully.
Wendy heard it clearly, her fist tightening.
Would he really turn back now?
A moment later, Steven said decisively,
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“Queenie, wait for me. I’ll come right back.”
Wendy’s face hardened.
She remembered when she’d gone into premature labor from shock. Alone in the house, she had called him desperately.
And all he’d said was-
“Call a doctor. I’m not one. What do you expect me to do?”
He hadn’t even arranged medical care.
She’d dragged herself outside, step by agonizing step, to beg strangers for help.
She’d thought she and her child would die that night. By some miracle, she hadn’t.
But the child she bore grew into a thankless wolf.
Her chest heaved as the memories burned.
Lowering his phone, Steven glanced at her.
“Queenie’s injured. I have to go. You can get out here and walk the rest of the way.”
Walk?
There were still kilometers to the summit. At night, the mountain was freezing.
All for Queenie, he would abandon her by the roadside.
“Why should I get out? If she’s hurt, call a doctor. You’re not one–what good will you do?”
His face darkened to thunder.
“Wendy, how can you be so vicious? Queenie’s bleeding. Don’t you know priorities? Get out!”
“Dad’s right! Get out! We’re going to Auntie Queenie!” Michael shouted.
Mother and son–identical in cruelty.
Her eyes burned, her chest stabbed with each breath.
At last, she opened the door.
But too slowly for Michael’s liking.
Impatient, he shoved her hard-
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