The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 12

I was taken aback by her words. I knew that she did it on purpose, but I could not stop the hurt from her words.  

I gripped the railing of the stairs tightly. My knuckles turned white from the force of me holding onto it. After some moments, I calmed myself down and turned around slowly. I then tried to say something. 
 
“Are you hungry? I can cook something for you.” Theo interjected, not giving me a chance to speak. He smiled while looking at Cindy. 
 
“Sure, sure. Theo, I want to have some of the fish cooked by you.” Cindy ignored me and looked at Theo with a joyous expression on her face. 
 
“Alright. Why don’t you watch some television while you wait for me? It will be ready soon.”
 
I turned around and headed upstairs. I closed the door to shut out the noises from the living room. 

After returning to my room, I sat in front of the window wall. It was a hot day, but I was feeling so cold that I was trembling. I wrapped my arms around my knees and curled up on myself. 

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In the morning, the ringtone from my phone woke me up.     

It was from Cindy’s texts. She wanted me to go down to prepare breakfast for her. I was still dazed since I had just woken up. After a few moments, I finally recalled that Theo had told me to take care of her yesterday.  

My head hurt a little as I did not sleep well last night. I struggled to get out of bed.   

“Mason, please have a seat. I’ll get some fruit for you.” As I headed downstairs, I heard Cindy greeting Mason as if she was the lady of the house.   

After speaking, she wheeled herself back to the dining room. Since she was not used to using a wheelchair, the wheelchair did not move no matter how much she tried to wheel it. 

I stood on the staircase in silence as I watched her performance. There was no sign of Theo in the house. He must be at work.

“No need. Please don’t move about,” Mason said. He then turned around and caught sight of me. He nodded and said coldly, “Miss Lane, Theo asked me over to change Cindy’s dressing.” 
 
“Wanda, you’re finally awake. Get some fruits for Mason and prepare breakfast at once!” Cindy ordered. She was already treating me like a maid. 
 
I did not say a word and headed to the kitchen. Mason followed me and said, “I know that you did not do it. Didn't you clarify this with him?” 
 
I knew that he was referring to Cindy’s injury at the company. 
 
After a moment of silence, I turned around to take a teacup and poured water into the cup for him. “My explanation is not important. What is more important is that Miss Reed is injured, and someone must take care of her, isn’t it?” I asked in exasperation. 
 
Mason did not say anything. He turned around to grab a medicine kit from the living room. He looked at me and said, “Your dressing needs to be changed as well.” 
 
After saying that, he took my injured hand without waiting for a response from me. He removed the layers of bandage. The wound had turned whitish due to the rainwater yesterday. It looked like it was suppurating.

I kept quiet. A wave of emotions washed over me. Drip! A large teardrop the size of a pearl fell onto the ground. Wind billowed through the corridor. The silent and deserted corridor seemed even more empty. 
 
Even a mere acquaintance like Mason believed that I did not hurt Cindy. Mason even remembered that I hurt my hand too and had asked me twice if I felt hurt. 
 
Why wouldn't he think the same way? How could he be so forgetful? How could he not remember any of it? How could he ask me to take care of his beloved when my hand was injured as well?