His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1618: Hatred Rekindled

Chapter 1618: Chapter 1618: Hatred Rekindled

Chapter 1618

But the Butler wouldn’t agree, "Ah, Sir, think about it, if Madam saw this, how heartbroken she would be."

Tristan’s face was filled with melancholy, "Heartbroken? Would she still be heartbroken for me?"

This low inquiry bore a profound sense of sorrow and reflection.

"Ever since the day I betrayed her, she declared she would never invest a shred of emotion in me again. She is a woman of her word; she always has been, always has been."

The Butler hurried to say, "How could that be? Those were just words spoken in anger by Madam. If she truly felt not a single shred of emotion for you, why would she have had your son with you, right?"

Tristan cast his eyes down, a flash of pain crossing them, reluctant to speak further.

The Butler knew he was regretting the affair with Rosalind Taylor.

"Sir, don’t be too hard on yourself. In this day and age, which man doesn’t have a few women? I think Madam won’t blame you for this."

Tristan laughed dryly, a drunken gleam in his eyes, "You don’t understand her..."

"She will hate me, wish she could kill me. I clearly promised her I wouldn’t do it again, yet I deliberately broke the rules, especially when she was bedridden... I’m the bastard, I deserve to die..."

Internally the Butler muttered: If only you hadn’t done it in the first place.

Out loud, he dared not say that. He could only suggest, "Once you bring her back, why don’t you both sit down and have a proper talk? Any grudge can be resolved."

Tristan hung his head, looking utterly defeated, "Look how upset she is with me; she’d rather fake her own death than see me. After all these years, she never once appeared before me. She might visit our son but never me..."

Thump!

A strange noise came from outside the house.

The Butler hurried out to check and saw Rosalind Taylor fallen to the ground, dazed, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"Who is it?" came Tristan’s tipsy voice from inside.

The Butler quickly replied, "Oh, it’s just a little cat."

He strode over to Rosalind Taylor, helped her up, and swiftly pulled her outside to prevent another argument from erupting should they encounter each other.

Rosalind Taylor did not argue, but passively allowed herself to be guided out like a boneless kitten all the way.

After the Iron Gate was closed, the Butler said from behind the door, "Second Madam, you should go back. The Master is in a very bad mood right now. Even if you saw him, it would be pointless. Haven’t you already experienced this at the Hospital?"

Rosalind Taylor’s unfocused gaze slowly sharpened, and a look of fear suddenly overtook her moist eyes.

She abruptly leaned on the Iron Gate and asked urgently, "You just said my sister isn’t dead? What do you mean she isn’t dead? How could she not be dead?!"

The Butler, unable to keep the secret any longer, reluctantly revealed, "It’s probably true. After all, the Master has always believed so. The Son also mentioned that he had experienced the same cuisine as Madam’s at School. The Teacher said it was delivered by a woman."

After hearing this, Rosalind Taylor collapsed on the ground, drained of strength.

"How can this be... she clearly took that medicine, she wasn’t supposed to live long..."

Her emotions were complex and tangled at that moment. Her heart, which she thought had died, suddenly felt rekindled.

Late at night, she returned to her chilly little apartment, listless.

The bright light inside gave her a jolt.

"Sister..."

Her body shivered, a chill sinking deep into her bones. Tentatively, she walked in to find Raine Nolan squatting beside the refrigerator, wolfing down food.