From Wife to Aunt: His Worst Nightmare novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

When I returned to my room, I was already completely drained. I was too exhausted to even

make dinner.

I casually grabbed a bread roll from the drawer to stave off the hunger, then called Claire.

She hung up on the first few calls.

Eventually, unable to ignore me any longer, she picked up.

“Zara, are you done yet? Didn’t I tell you I’m entertaining clients tonight? What’s so urgent that it has to be discussed right now?” Her voice was full of impatience.

I replied coldly, “I’m just letting you know that I quit. Please have my press card and degree certificate mailed to me tomorrow.”

After joining the company, my press card and degree certificate were all kept by HR.

However, I didn’t want to go back to get them. I didn’t want my colleagues or Claire to see the injuries on my face or how miserable I looked.

“What? Why?” Claire’s tone sharpened.

“You know very well why.”

I didn’t know what kind of relationship Claire had with Isabel, but there was no way I believed all this was just a coincidence.

Out of everyone she could have sent, she had to send me to pick up Isabel?

After ending the call, a burning pain spread across my face.

I took out a mirror and carefully peeled off the bandage. Two deep scratch marks stared back

at me. They were like the scars this marriage had carved into me, stark and shocking.

Since I was young, people have always praised my looks. I had always been confident in my

appearance.

But now, that confidence was gone.

Isabel’s presence eclipsed all of my light, turning me into a clown in this household.

Facing the mirror, I gently dabbed the wounds with an iodine swab.

The doctor at the police station had already disinfected them, but I was afraid it hadn’t been thorough. What if they got infected?

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Just then, the door opened.

I saw Steve in the mirror but didn’t turn around, continuing to focus on what I was doing.

He walked over, took the cotton swab from my hand, and said, “Let me do it.”

“It’s fine. Please leave.”

I stood up immediately. I didn’t want the cotton swab in his hand to touch me, much less let

him touch me at all.

Steve took it as me throwing a temper tantrum and said, “I’ve already had Jake contact a lawyer. Those people who hurt you will be sentenced severely.”

The people who hurt me?

Was he truly that clueless, or was he just pretending?

Those who hurt me were never the crazed mob who attacked me. It was the one who pushed

me toward them.

Yet, for some reason, I didn’t want to say any of this to him. It was pointless anyway since he

never cared.

Hence, I decided to let him think whatever he wanted.

I nodded calmly. “Thanks for the trouble. Is there anything else?”

Seeing that I wasn’t making a fuss, Steve assumed I was satisfied with how he handled things. He nodded and said, “Then get some rest.”

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