Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter) novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34 

After Ursula and Cecilia left, Angela persuaded Joseph to rest. This left only her, Fiona, and Dexter in the room. 

Plona sneered. “Well, you’ve shown a hint of wit today. That’s a rare sight.” 

Angela felt a wave of frustration lodge in her throat at one. Some things never changed. 

“Why didn’t you admit I slapped you just now?” Fiona’s voice remained icy. 

Tired of standing, Angela pulled out a chair and sat down before replying calmly, “I fought back earlier, didn’t I? If Grandpa asked about it later, it’d be hard to explain.” 

The ongoing feud between her and Fiona was one thing, but Angela wasn’t about to let herself become someone’s pawn or a subject of ridicule. 

“Angela, don’t think that I’ll start liking you just because you backed me up in front of Joseph. You know why he favors you. With your petty tricks, you’d better focus on keeping him happy. If he ever tires of you, that’ll be the beginning of your divorce.” Fiona’s words were sharp. 

Angela rolled her eyes inwardly. “And you’re any different? If you’ve got the guts, stop letting Grandpa hold you back and get Dexter to divorce me already.” 

Since they were at Bamford Manor, Fiona wouldn’t dare push things too far. 

“You- 

“Enough!” A low, commanding voice from the bed cut through the tension. 

Dexter had been awake, but he had been lying silently while listening to the drama unfold. The moment he opened his eyes, a sharp, cold glint flickered across his depthless gaze. 

“Angela, you’ve really got some nerve talking to my mom like that.” As he sneered, his powerful presence radiated through the room, capable of sending a chill of fear down anyone’s spine. 

However, Angela met his gaze, unfazed. “Did you go deaf? Or did you just miss how your dear mother humiliated me?” 

“Do you even think you’re worthy of being compared to my mom?” Dexter let out a disdainful laugh. 

Angela was left speechless. 

“Since you’re fine, I’m leaving. Bye,” she said lazily, then turned on her heel to leave. 

“Stop right there!” 

Dexter’s voice was icy, as though he were brimming with suppressed fury. “Did I say you could leave? What’s the rush? Are you heading off to meet Finn?” 

Angela rolled her eyes again. “Unlike you, I don’t share your penchant for cheating, I’m going home to paint.” 

She had been busy with other things these past few days, so she hadn’t been livestreaming 

“Paint?” Fiona interjected sharply. “Angela, Dexter is still lying here injured, and you’re in the mood to paint?” 

Angela froze for a moment, realizing she might’ve said too much. It was a mistake to even hint at her personal plans to Fiona. 

“You’ll stay here and take care of him until he’s fully recovered,” Fiona ordered coldly when Angela didn’t respond.