But Aria's apartment building didn't have an elevator, and she lived on a high floor. To make matters worse, it had started to rain, and the wind was picking up.
Even though she had paid extra for help with the move, it was difficult for the driver to get everything upstairs quickly on his own.
Aria took off her jacket and started carrying boxes of books up herself.
The wind and rain grew stronger.
Raindrops spattered on the books, leaving dark water stains.
Aria was a complete mess, soaked to the bone by the downpour.
—
Outside the window, a heavy rain was falling.
Gideon came out of his study.
"Aria still isn't back. I don't know what she has to be so dramatic about."
"She's so unlikable. If the old man hadn't insisted on her, I never would have let her into this family."
A maid chimed in, "Aria hasn't been coming home to cook much recently. She's not a very devoted wife."
Eveline was chatting with the maid.
Gideon tapped on the handrail. "I don't need people who gossip in this house."
The maid immediately fell silent.
Eveline snorted.
"What do you mean, gossip? Am I wrong? A woman should be at home, supporting her husband and raising children. And her? She's never home and shows no respect for me, her mother-in-law."
"When are you planning to return to the family estate?"
"When Aria gets pregnant."
"You think I want to be here? If the old man hadn't insisted that Aria must get pregnant, I wouldn't be going through this ordeal."
It seemed Eveline still didn't know the old man was sick.
Gideon sounded a little helpless. "How do you expect her to have any interest in getting pregnant when you're constantly at odds with her?"



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