After securing the safe, Aimee stepped out of the coffee shop, ready to purchase ingredients and return to Hayden’s Mansion.
As she exited the taxi, she noticed a young woman standing at the gate of Hayden’s Mansion, engaged in conversation with the video doorbell. Her voice was melodic and gentle, and her humble appearance evoked sympathy in Aimee.
The woman pleaded, “I’ve just come to see Pat, please let me in. I’ll quickly drop off my things and leave. I won’t disturb Pat.”
Elsie’s frustration grew into anger. While she didn’t always encounter Patrick when she visited Hayden’s Mansion, she had always been allowed to enter without any trouble. Now, she wasn’t given the chance at all.
In recent days, Elsie couldn’t fathom what was happening. Casey seemed to be intentionally ignoring her messages, constantly finding excuses to evade her, nearly driving her to madness.
Restlessness consumed Elsie, prompting her to buy food from a hotel and come to see Patrick today.
To her surprise, the Hayden family’s servants refused to open the door for her, leaving her standing under the scorching sun. Although the sun was about to set, the heat was oppressive, almost scalding her tender skin.
Since she hadn’t yet married into the Hayden family, Elsie longed to teach those servants a severe lesson.
In that moment, Elsie caught sight of a woman holding a bag of groceries, appearing as if she had just returned from the supermarket.
Without much thought, Elsie assumed she was a new servant of the Hayden family and rushed over, intending to grab Aimee’s arm. “Wait a minute, take me in,” she demanded.
Aimee promptly withdrew her arm, visibly disliking Elsie’s touch.
“Excuse me, miss, but I don’t know you,” Aimee responded.
“You’re new here, so it’s natural you don’t know me. Allow me to introduce myself, and remember it well,” Elsie said, proudly raising her chin. “I’m Elsie, and in the future, I’ll be Patrick’s wife.”
Hearing this, Aimee examined Elsie from head to toe. Indeed, she looked like a pampered young lady, but her taste was questionable. She seemed more like someone raised by nouveau riche parents, eager to flaunt expensive brands to showcase her wealth. Aimee disliked such a woman.
Aimee had no intention of getting entangled with her and prepared to continue walking.
Elsie, observing Aimee’s dismissive attitude, grew furious. “What’s the matter with you? Why are you so rude? I’ve told you, I am the future wife of Patrick Hayden. How dare you treat me this way? Believe it or not, I’ll have Pat fire you,” Elsie obstructed Aimee’s path and glared at her with anger.
Aimee met her gaze with cold eyes and retorted, “Let’s wait until you’re married.”
Elsie nearly lost her temper at Aimee’s audacity. How dare this woman speak to her like that? Furthermore, her words seemed to mock Elsie, insinuating that marrying into the Hayden family was an impossible feat.
The more Elsie dwelled on it, the angrier she became. She lunged forward, attempting to grab Aimee’s arm and deliver a forceful slap to her face.
But instead of striking Aimee’s face as planned, Elsie’s hand was seized by Aimee. Instantly, a sharp pain shot through Elsie’s wrist, contorting her face in agony.
“You!” Elsie struggled vigorously, desperate to escape Aimee’s grip, but she was no match for her.
“How dare you fight back! Do you want to die?! Believe it or not, I’ll make sure Pat beats you to death!” Elsie yelled.
Yet, there was something in Elsie’s words that triggered anger within Aimee, causing her grip to tighten while her expression grew dark.
“You think your Pat is capable of that? Let me advise you, don’t provoke me right now. Otherwise, I won’t mind escorting you to the hospital to fix your face, which has already undergone seventeen surgeries,” Aimee warned.
Upon hearing those words, Elsie’s face turned pale.
She gazed at Aimee in disbelief, unable to utter a word for a long time.
How could she possibly know about the seventeen surgeries she had undergone on her face? It seemed impossible!
Even Casey, who had grown up with her, had never suspected any plastic surgery. She believed that as she matured, her beauty only grew more pronounced.
So, how did this woman know?
Elsie couldn’t bring herself to believe that Aimee possessed such knowledge. She shouted at her, “Stop spouting nonsense! I haven’t had any plastic surgery!”
Aimee sneered, shrugged off Elsie’s arm, and instead gripped her chin firmly.
“Don’t let your emotions get the best of you in the future. Otherwise, your delicate jaw won’t be able to withstand the weight of your anger,” Aimee advised.
With those words, Aimee paid no further attention to Elsie, turning around and striding into Hayden’s Mansion.
Elsie stood frozen, instinctively reaching for her chin.
She couldn’t perceive any difference, but Aimee’s words sent a shiver down her spine.
She immediately pulled out a mirror from her bag and scrutinized her chin for a long while, only to realize that it was indeed slightly askew.
Though, unless someone examined her closely, it would go unnoticed.
Yet, having undergone seventeen plastic surgeries, she was acutely sensitive to even the subtlest changes.
Elsie clutched her chin tightly and let out a scream.
How could she appear so unsightly in front of Pat?
Absolutely not!
Disregarding the fact that she had come with a meal to see Patrick, she hastily got into her car and dialed her doctor’s number.
She needed her face fixed immediately.
How could a flaw mar her otherwise flawless beauty?
She would never allow such a thing to happen.