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Chapter 1118
Seeing Millie and Marcus together had been like a needle to Rhea’s pride, adding to the humiliation.
Furthermore, the past days spent attending to Darin Like a servant had been an ordeal unlike any she had endured before. The resentment had festered, and now she let it all out.
Darin’s grip on his wheelchair tightened with each cutting word, his face first reddening then turning ashen.
Rhea pressed on, relentless.
“Did you know that your mother even knelt to me in private, pleading with me to treat you more kindly? She saw your daily misery and feared you might do something rash. She was desperate, promising to grant any wish of mine, just to keep me at your side.”
Darin was stunned. His mother had knelt to Rhea?
Rhea yanked off the emerald ring from her finger and slammed it onto the table with a resonant thud.
“This emerald ring, your family heirloom? When I admired it once, your mother didn’t hesitate to hand it over. She may loathe me, but she still bends over backward to keep me happy, all for your sake.”
Darin’s restraint snapped. His hands clenched so tightly on the armrest that it seemed ready to break.
“Shut up!”
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Rhea, seeing the veins bulging on Darin’s forehead, sensed danger.
She took two steps back, her voice shaking slightly.
“Leave this place! I never want to see you again!” Darin commanded, his voice full of effort.
“Well, you said this, Once I leave, I will never show up in your house again. And don’t even think about using this as a reason to threaten my father’s position with Marcus,” Rhea admonished.
“Darin, be accountable for the words you utter. Don’t make me lose respect for you.”
She then frowned, her emotions a complicated blend of humiliation and relief.
“Leave! Now!” Darin’s voice was a furious roar.
Rhea wasted no time in leaving the mountain retreat that night.
After her departure, she was plagued with worry that Darin might manipulate Marcus to Bolton’s detriment.
Back at the room, silence reigned, but a fire of rage and hurt smoldered within Darin. He realized that having Rhea close by was no punishment to her but a torment to his own soul.
She had consistently trampled on his pride, grinding it into dust.
He wheeled himself over to where the cherished ancestral ring lay.
The realization that his typically tough and determined mother had debased herself to Rhea behind his back was a shock.
He had found false comfort in Rhea’s sporadic tenderness, fooled into believing she was slowly coming to accept him. But now, the truth was clear: her occasional sweetness was nothing more than a reward for the favors she received from his mother.