It Doesn’t Matter Anymore novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Greyson froze, clearly caught off guard by her lack of resistance. She didn’t even make a scene.

Allison ignored him, turning to the housekeeper. “Please help me move my things out of the master suite. I’ll be in the small bedroom next to the storage room.”

She moved with a clinical, shocking speed. In less than two hours, the master bedroom was stripped of her presence.

She packed away every personal item and even replaced the bed sheets with a fresh set, leaving the room a blank slate.

Once she was finished, Allison walked up to Greyson, who was still standing there in a daze, and Sylvia, whose face barely concealed a look of triumph.

Allison reached into her bag, pulled out a bank card and a spare key, and set them firmly on the coffee table.

“Since Ms. Hagger is moving in, and you consider her as one of us, she can handle the household expenses and the social calendar from now on. This card contains your salary from the past few years. The password is your birthday.”

Greyson’s face darkened. “Allison! What are you doing? These are your responsibilities as the mistress of this house. How can you just hand them over to an outsider?”

Sylvia’s eyes lit up, however. She tugged at Greyson’s sleeve and spoke in a soft, pleading voice. “Grey… I’d love to learn how to manage things. There’s that military charity gala next week-could I try organizing it? I just want to help lighten your load…”

Greyson looked at Sylvia’s eager expression, then back at Allison’s cold, indifferent face.

“Fine,” he said, his voice laced with resentment. “If you want to be lazy, let Sylvia give it a shot.”

Allison nodded, turned, and walked into the dark, cramped spare room, locking the door behind her.

Greyson stared at the closed door, an inexplicable sense of panic rising in his chest.

He had the sudden, chilling feeling that in handing over the household, Allison had also walked away from their marriage entirely.

In the days that followed, Sylvia turned the house into a complete disaster.

Expensive ingredients were left to rot in the refrigerator, and the electricity was eventually cut off because she had forgotten to pay the utility bills. Greyson wasn’t blind to the chaos, but every time Sylvia burst into tears, he softened.

Everything came to a head the night of the charity gala.

Sylvia made a show of stepping into her custom-made gown, looking at Allison with a cold, arrogant smirk. “Allison, you’d better stay away from the event tonight. I don’t want you embarrassing me in front of everyone.”

Allison was more than happy to have the peace and quiet. She stayed behind, alone in the small spare room, lost in her book.

In the middle of the night, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Greyson stormed in, his presence icy and his face ashen with a terror Allison had never seen before.

“Allison,” he said, rushing to the bed and grabbing her shoulders roughly. “Help me! It’s a matter of life and death!”

“Go on.”

“At the gala tonight, Sylvia… she accidentally broke a vase,” Greyson’s voice trembled. “It wasn’t just any ordinary vase. It was a state gift the General’s wife had prepared for foreign dignitaries. It’s priceless! The higher-ups are furious and want someone held accountable. They’re threatening to take her into custody on charges of sabotaging military diplomacy!”

He stared at Allison, his eyes bloodshot and desperate. “Sylvia’s mental state is too fragile for an interrogation-she’d break down! She’d kill herself! And she already has a record. If this gets out, her life is over. Allison, you’ve always been the strong one, you can handle this… Can you… can you just take the blame for her?

“Just say you broke it by accident. You’re a military spouse, and it’s your first offense. At most, you’ll be detained for a few days and pay a fine. I’ll cover the money! When you’re released, I’ll make it up to you double, I promise!”

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