Chapter 41
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"Did you think about me?" Vanity asked as she walked with the young man to the car, completely ignoring the man with whom she had been tossing for the past two weeks.
Chandler laughed as he watched this scene; if Heidi hadn't been his son, he would have buried the young brat so that no one would ever see his face again. Even though the sun was shining brightly, the guards noticed a drop in temperature. When they saw the father's murderous gaze on his son, they all understood. They all stiffened their laughter as they found it amusing that Chandler was still envious of his son after all this time.
What if the mistress bears children? Would their boss put up with something like that? They'd seen what he did to the guys who had looked lustfully at their mistress during these two weeks, and the outcome wasn't good.
Some might think that if the mistress saw this side of the master, she would despise and leave him, but those close to them knew that their master was more merciful than his wife.
They had never witnessed such gruesome scenes in their lives, thanks to their mistress, who practically goes insane while on a killing spree. They'd rather kill themselves than allow their mistress to do so. They felt better seeing her as innocent and lovely as she was rather than provoking her darker side.
They all just hoped that no woman would be a fool to confront or put on airs in front of their mistress, as their mistress was someone who holds a grudge for a lifetime, which was the case for everyone except the master and the young master.
They all value the fact that their mistress was genuine when it came to their masters, as opposed to those misses who are more concerned with profits and benefits than with people's emotions.
The three-person family sat in the back of the limousine, and Chandler smiled as he watched his family talk nonstop. He felt terrible when he looked at Vanity; she was like a child who needed his attention.
Maybe it's because she didn't have playmates when she was younger and wasn't allowed to mingle with others that she turns to Heidi for entertainment.
He didn't have to worry about his son getting the stepmother treatment with her because she treated him as if he were her own child. The two conversed on the way to the villa, with Chandler interjecting here and there.
Vanity was overcome with emotion as she looked around at the place she had called home for months. When they were gone, the villa underwent significant transformations. A green house full of flowers was blooming in the back yard, making her eyes twinkle with delight.
The entire property was also painted in warm colors to indicate that a family lived there. She even liked the master bedroom because it had a touch of yellow, her favorite color.
She kissed her husband on the lips, causing Heidi to frown at their display of PDA. To appease the young ancestor, Vanity kissed him on the cheek, causing him to blush with embarrassment, and the young man simply ran.
Chandler, who couldn't believe his wife would casually kiss another man, didn't have time to be angry because he laughed at his son, who was so embarrassed that he ran away. His distant son had met his match.
A happy wife creates a happy atmosphere; this statement was ideal for the Wagner's, who had a great time together even after the honeymoon period was over. The gifts were distributed, and Vanity became an internet celebrity, completely erasing Gwen from people's minds.
A FEW MONTHS LATER
Women of all ages were making a lot of noise, talking, laughing, and fighting with one another. This was a common occurrence in this particular location.
As she observed the ladies dressed in the bright yellow overalls, Vanity shook her head. This was her first visit to a prison, and she had no idea that the people inside would be so carefree while others were so miserable.
The warden led her to his office, where she would meet with someone she had known for six years. She was curious about how she was doing. She just wanted someone to answer her questions and then leave her alone.
"You can take your time and call me if you need something," the older man said, and she politely smiled at him, "be free, there is no surveillance."
Before leaving her to enter the office, the man informed her. She took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in. She smiled as she looked over at the woman sitting in one of the chairs.
It was the first time she had seen her in such a bad mood. She'd seen how aloof she could be, how she thought of herself as all-powerful, but seeing her like this was completely unexpected.
Vanity sat in the warden's chair, scowling at the woman. If you ask her if she feels bad about what she did to this woman, she will simply say, "NO!"
When she was young, this woman made her life miserable by convincing her that she was inferior and that good things were out of reach for her. She was such a fool not to realize she wasn't her child in the first place.
"Hahahaha, how foolish i was back then," While a tear threatened to fall down her cheek, vanity couldn't help but laugh.
She wiped away the tear before looking coldly at Isabelle, her foster mother, the woman who had emotionally abused her to the point of no return.
"Are you content now? You finished my family by looking at me like this, and yet you sit there as if you didn't participate in anything!" Isabelle yelled angrily at her, spitting saliva as she spoke.
Vanity wiped her face with a yellow handkerchief from her small purse before returning her gaze to Isabelle.
"Who cares if I did it? What are you capable of doing to me? Aren't you here now?"
"Y-you, you..." Isabelle was so angry that she coughed up blood.
Seeing her so enraged, Vanity couldn't help but laugh out loud while wiping the blood that had come her way and licking the blood on her lips. When Isabelle saw this, she was shocked and trembled with fear, but what Vanity said next made her regret ever thinking they could beat her in the first place.
"This blood isn't very good. It's spoiled, and if I take it, I'll be the one who suffers in the end," she said, rubbing her tongue roughly as if she didn't want to dirty herself, "you're dying, ma'am, and your days are numbered."
Vanity smiled as she told Isabelle about her impending doom. To be honest, she had no idea this woman was on the verge of dying, and the fact that she had hidden her illness so well like a scheming bastard was admirable.
"What exactly are you saying? I will not perish!" Isabelle became enraged when she heard the calamity star curse her to death. How could she think her end was near when Vanity was still alive and well? She hadn't even seen her daughter yet, so why would she rush away?
"It's not my problem whether you accept it or not; I'm just doing you a favor so you know," Vanity said, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at the woman.
"D-don't…."
"Forget about it. I came here to get some answers, and if I'm satisfied, I'll tell you where your beloved daughter is. "I guess you really need that information," Vanity said slowly, her gaze fixed on Isabelle's horrifying expression.
