Randolph felt as if a sharp pain seared through his heart. However, when he thought of the current relationship between Dolores and Matthew, he still chose to reluctantly take out some of them.
When Jessica married him at that time, the dowry brought by her consisted of artefacts and cash in which cash was up to two million yuan. There were also some valuable artefacts and the total value of them was approximately five million yuan.
Randolph gave Dolores a cheque. The artefacts left were much lesser than those in the past. Last time, she saw Beulah putting on a bracelet on her wrist, but the bracelet was not among them now. Randolph seemed to notice her doubt and explained, “It’s been too long. Some of them are already broken and lost, these are already all.”
Dolores knew what what was, but she did not expose it. For her, it was good enough to get these. She would slowly take back the rest. She kept the cheque properly, carried the box and put it in the trunk.
Then, she entered the dining room with Randolph.
However, something wrong seemed to have happened.
There was broken glass on the floor. Annabelle’s skirt was stained with water and her clothes looked messy. She was sobbing with tear-reddened eyes. When she saw Randolph come in, she immediately threw herself at him, “Dad?
It looked as if she was suffering from a great grievance.
Dolores glanced at her and walked over. Then, she noticed that Matthew’s face had a little redness.
Did he drink just now?
But the wine in front of him was clearly not drunk.
Dolores approached him and whispered, “What’s wrong with you?”
Matthew’s eyes raised. They sometimes looked clear but sometimes looked cloudy. He was apparently trying hard to control something.
He snorted, “Help me to get up.”
Dolores put his arm on her shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist, “Let’s go home.”
“You can’t leave!” Just as Dolores was helping Matthew up, Beulah lurched to her feet, “You, you just did that kind of thing to Annabelle, don’t you have to take responsibility for that?”
“What happened?” Randolph also realized that something was wrong, “Dad?
Annabelle cried even more, “Just now卝ust now?
“Just now what happened?” Randolph looked at the clothes on his daughter’s body and frowned. He turned and looked at Matthew, “Young Master Nelson, what had you done to my daughter?”
It seemed like he was questioning but he was hoping that Matthew had really done something to Annabelle.
In this way, he would not have to be coerced by Dolores.
Dolores glanced at the broken glass on the ground. A chill went down her spine and she was struck with terror. Beulah indeed resorted to every conceivable means as she even dared to use this kind of deceitful and despicable trick!
Dolores looked at Annabelle, “You’re trying to say that my husband molested you and sexually harassed you, right?”
She then chuckled, “My husband won’t like a person like you.”
“Annabelle is your younger sister and she is being bullied, how can you help an outsider?” Randolph spoke coldly.
Dolores harrumphed coldly, “Younger sister? My mother only gave birth to me and I’m her only daughter, how will I have a younger sister? What’s more, of course, I’ll help my husband because he is close to me.”
Matthew looked at the side of Dolores’ face. She kept mentioning him as her husband today, so he really had a kind of illusion.
That he, himself was her husband.
Finished speaking, Dolores brought Matthew out. When they passed by Randolph, Matthew stopped his pace. Matthew’s eyes looked sharp and overriding under the light and there was a kind of powerful aura, “I have really learnt thoroughly today about the way that the Flores family entertain the guests, I shall double what I have undergone and pay it back to you in the future!”
Randolph’s face was tense. He turned to gaze at Beulah, “What’s going on?”
The thing did not happen as what had Beulah expected so she was also very panicked. But since the matter had already come to this point, she could only persist. She sat on a chair and bawled, “I’m really useless, I can’t even protect my daughter well.”
Annabelle also burst into tears but the reason she cried was that she was scared.
Beulah added drugs into the water, wine and the dinner plate used by Matthew. Matthew did not touch anything, but he drank some water while waiting for Dolores.
After seeing him drink the water, Beulah asked Annabelle to approach him and tried to bring him to the room to have sex with him.
But just when Annabelle approached him to help him up, Matthew directly smashed the glass onto her body. Annabelle still could remember how Matthew’s face looked at that time.
He was so angry that he gritted his teeth tightly and his face was twitching and vaguely contorted with rage and fury.
He looked at her with that kind of look.
Even until now, Annabelle’s heart was still throbbing with fear.
Dolores glanced at Annabelle who was clinging to Randolph’s arms. The mother and daughter were indeed extremely audacious!
How dared they dug a pit for Matthew so openly and wantonly!
She had injuries to her leg, and it was quite a struggle for her to help Matthew because he was physically fit. But thinking that he had become like this because of her, she was slightly guilty, so she braced herself to help him out of the Flores family.
The surroundings of Flores’ villa were still brightly lit.
Randolph also found out that something was wrong. With such a high status, what kind of women had not been seen by Matthew? Did he need to harass Annabelle at the dining table?
He pushed Annabelle away and asked in a stern voice, “What the hell is going on?”
“It’s just that Matthew has a crush on Annabelle?
Thwack!
Before Beulah could finish her words, Randolph’s glare turned into a forceful slap across her face. “Still refusing to tell the truth? Do you think your daughter is some kind of goddess who can openly invite a man of high status to harass her at the dining table?!”
Realizing that the truth could no longer be concealed, Beulah fell to her knees and clung to Randolph’s leg. “Randolph, I did this for your sake. Dolores clearly doesn’t want to help us, so I thought if Annabelle could make Matthew like her, it might solve the problems the company is facing. I may have done it poorly, but my intentions were good. I just wanted to do something for you.”
Beulah sobbed uncontrollably; her face pressed against Randolph’s trousers. “Randolph, I’m desperate to see the company overcome its difficulties. But as a woman, my capabilities are limited. That’s why I… I know I made a mistake. Please forgive me.”
Randolph’s expression remained stern. His mind was racing, and he felt overwhelmed by the chaos of the situation.
Meanwhile, Annabelle wept bitterly beside them.
“Both of you, be quiet!” Randolph scolded; his voice filled with frustration.
He glared fiercely at Beulah. “Look at how humiliated you’ve become!”
The household maids watched silently, hiding in the kitchen, afraid to witness their boss’s humiliation. They couldn’t afford to lose their jobs, and it wasn’t worth the risk.
Beulah slowly rose, wiping away her tears. “Randolph, my intention was to help you…”
“And did you succeed?!” Randolph’s frustration with the company’s troubles and Dolores’s demand for money had already put him in an angry state. Despite that, Beulah had foolishly taken such extreme measures.
He was so furious that he felt a surge of violent impulses.
Annabelle had never seen Randolph this angry before, and out of fear, she let out a cry.
Randolph kicked her. “Cry all you want! Is crying all you’re capable of? You’re nothing but a useless burden to me!”
If you were so capable, make Matthew fall in love with you!
Crying was utterly useless!
Randolph’s anger consumed him to the point that he banished Beulah and Annabelle from entering the house.
Outside the house, Dolores helped Matthew into the car. He seemed intoxicated and barely conscious. She wasn’t familiar with driving. “I need to find someone to help us.”
She took out her phone, realizing that she didn’t know many people in this country. Perhaps Sampson was the only one willing to assist her.
Dialing Sampson’s number, she was suddenly stopped as Matthew grabbed her wrist. The person who was barely awake was now staring at her. “Who are you calling?”
“I…” Dolores hesitated; her eyes drawn to the name displayed on the screen. Dr. Sampson?
In that moment, a wicked glimmer crossed Matthew’s eyebrows. He wasn’t fully conscious, but a sinister aura emanated from him. Dolores’s hand instinctively reached out to touch his forehead, but Matthew gripped her waist and swiftly flipped her over, pressing her down onto the car seat…