Cheated Once Cherished Forever: The Billionaire's Bride novel Chapter 82

The moment Theodore and Isabella stepped out the door, Amelia flung the teacup in her hand right to the floor.

"What the hell? I'll make all of you grovel at my feet and plead with me one day!" she yelled.

The maids got on their knees to carefully clean up the mess. As staff members who had been working at the Sinclair residence for years, they had gotten a good grasp of Amelia's character.

At times like this, the best course of action was for them to pretend like they were invisible. Otherwise, they would just end up becoming Amelia's punching bag.

Back when Jeffrey was still alive, their lives as maids were slightly easier. Even though Jeffrey was strict, he had always treated them fairly. He was unlike Amelia, who would blow up at them for no reason.

Amelia ordered in a rage, "Go and get Alexander to come downstairs!"

"Will do, Mrs. Sinclair," a maid replied.

Before the maid could even head upstairs, they heard Alexander's voice coming from the top of the stairs. "What now?"

Although his voice was a little hoarse, he sounded like he had completely sobered up.

The tall Alexander descended the stairs in loungewear, still with the bearing of a young nobleman.

When Amelia saw that he had come downstairs, she glared at him. Sarcastically, she asked, "You've sobered up? That was quick."

Alexander did not respond to her. He simply lounged on the couch and instructed a maid, "Get me a cup of iced water."

The maid turned around to leave when Amelia commanded, "Forget that iced water. Aren't you aware of the state of your own stomach? Do you want to go through another hemorrhagic episode? Get him a cup of warm water!"

Alexander did not protest. All he did was give the maid a quiet glance. When the maid handed him the water, it was iced. They worked together so well that they didn't even exchange a glance.

Alexander finished over half the water in a single breath. When he set his cup down, he inquired casually, "Has Isabella left?"

By asking that question, he re-ignited Amelia's fury even though she had just simmered down a little. She shot him a look of disdain, questioning in a mocking voice, "Why did I ever give birth to such a disappointment like you? You've had access to all kinds of women around you all these years. Why are you so hung up on Isabella? What's so good about her?"

Alexander kept his mouth shut, as if he hadn't heard Amelia's words at all.

"Alexander! I'm talking to you. Did you hear me?" Amelia yelled.

He opened his mouth, then muttered unwillingly, "Yeah."

Alexander regretted it the moment he roared at Amelia. He kept his eyes on her as she threw a fit. He gulped but did not give in to her verbally.

He turned his face away, wrapping his fingers tightly around his cup until the joints of his fingers turned white. "Mom, I know how hard all these years have been for you, but this has nothing to do with Isabella."

"How could it have nothing to do with her?"

Amelia raised her voice. "She's a jinx! You haven't been normal ever since she appeared. After all I went through to separate both of you, what did you end up becoming in the last few years? You went out drinking so often that you ended up in the hospital with gastrointestinal bleeding, all because of her. And now, you're yelling at your own mother too?"

The maid standing by the side shifted quietly toward the door, too afraid to even breathe.

Alexander shut his eyes momentarily. By the time he opened his eyes again, all that could be seen in them was weariness. "That's enough, Mom. Isabella is now married to Uncle Theo. Things are impossible between me and her now…"

"So, you do remember that," Amelia said with a scoff.

"I thought that your mind was so clouded that you wanted to fight for Theodore's woman! Based on your current capabilities, don't go against him in the open for now. I'd actually support you if Isabella's family were like the Bennetts!"

Alexander rose to his feet. Without saying anything else, he headed up the stairs on his own, leaving Amelia in the living room, simmering in her anger alone.