r room last night. I had my bath and changed into a simple dress. I was about

out of the room. I looked at the maid. "What i

ed with black markers. The sofa pillows were thrown across the room. The curtains were cut up with scissors.

d the house; they were practically pleadi

gs to Mr. Richard," one of the maids yelled. But s

id this is my house now, and I can do whatever I want, and

d there watching her in silence. Her shoulders sank; I

ether to carry on with h

ant and take your time too," I s

yesha asked

section in the house. "Sure, just don't touch the antiques section; they are my favorite."

llian had coached her. Either way, it's none of my concern. They c

d and ran off to cont

. Gates, the house is already a mess. Mr. Ric

e's the Gates' only granddaughter. As long as she's happy, that's all that matte

ed to understand the hidd

oo kind. You and Mr. R

ment either. Instead, I told her to get me a

ed the door. I placed the divorce papers Richard had signed inside the gift b

nightstand, a loud crash came

the nightstand. "Perfectly

heard a loud kn

"Mrs. Gates, please come downstairs

gry look. "The o

odded. "Ye

ifted her chin smugly. I could see the look of tr

nsion right now. It's time for them to s

force, knocking me straight to the ground. She had charged at me

fake concern. "Fiona! Oh m

doesn't know how to be gentle sometimes, but she's just a kid. P

s on the floor, I let out a cold laugh. "So you letting your child destr

lling in her eyes. "Do you really have to

ven noon yet. So tell me, will she destroy the whole hous

e me and my daughter that much? You really called the Gates M

d antiques are worth more than a billion dollars, and o

s, the Gates family started driving i

thought," I said coldly, looking a

drive in. She glared at me. "You did this

are you accusing me wrongly? I was in my room just now preparing a gift for Rich