My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 82

They were all from Willa Watson. [Wendy! Control your man!]

[If you're going to use someone as your backup, make sure you actually deserve it first! He's just a Resident, stop pretending you married a big shot!]

[I'm warning you, if you ever dare bring stray animals into our house again, I won't even let you through the door!]

[Answer me!]

[Take all the trash you left at my house and get it out!]

Aside from the messages, there were seven or eight missed calls.

All from Willa.

That was exactly how she operated. She wouldn't just throw a tantrum; she needed to witness Wendy's reaction to feel satisfied.

For the past six years, it had always been like this.

If Wyatt treated Wendy well, Willa would throw a fit.

If Kimberly bought Wendy a gift, Willa would explode.

She didn't care about the time or place. She simply exploited the fact that Wendy had been a minor who had no choice but to live with the Watsons.

But the past was the past, and things were different now.

Wendy had zero interest in dealing with her insanity. She tapped the top right corner, intending to block her.

Coincidentally, Willa called again right at that moment.

Wendy stepped out of her office, walking into the stairwell to answer. "Willa, are you out of your mind?"

Willa sneered, entirely unaccustomed to Wendy speaking to her with such a sharp tone.

"Wow, getting married really changed you, didn't it? You don't have to live under my roof anymore, so now you've got some nerve."

Wendy's voice turned ice-cold. "If you know that, then stop acting like a psycho."

She used to tolerate it because she still harbored fantasies about having a real family and receiving the motherly love she had always been denied.

But now...

Heh.

She couldn't think of a single thing left in that house worth clinging to.

Wendy's eyes hardened instantly.

Through the receiver, Willa's piercing shriek echoed.

"Wendy, I knew you purposely brought him over yesterday to ruin everything!"

"Are you feeling really proud of yourself right now? So proud you managed to ruin my mom's birthday the second you walked in!"

"Yes," Wendy said.

"Not only am I proud I ruined your little family reunion."

[A little bit of bad makes a woman irresistible. You should've been doing this years ago.]

Sampson was in surgery.

She was home alone.

Craving a quick bowl of pasta, Wendy put her phone on speaker and set it on the kitchen counter.

Jade was working late at her law firm.

She switched between voice notes and texts depending on whether anyone was around her.

It wasn't a real-time conversation.

They replied whenever they had a free moment.

For the two years Jade had been living abroad, they had communicated this way across an eight-hour time difference.

Wendy would often wake up to twenty or thirty rambling messages from Jade.

Whenever Wendy had a break, she would quote and reply to them one by one.

Today was no different.

After eating her pasta and cleaning up the kitchen, Wendy went to the study to work on her research paper.

The promotion system in domestic hospitals required doctors to excel in both clinical work and academic research.