Chapter 8
Since the guests had all arrived, I quickly got myself together and finished the wedding.
When we returned home, Mrs. Miller nervously approached us, holding a tray of pastries. “Ma’am, I… I’m so sorry. I was so scared back then, so… that’s why I said the wrong thing.”
She kept her head down, not daring to look at me.
Said the wrong thing? The way she looked at Ashley, it was clear they knew each other.
But I didn’t expose her right away. After doing something like that, she still dared to stay in my house? I wanted to see what she was up to.
I picked up my tea, took a small sip, and then waved her away.
Julian quickly understood my meaning. “Mrs. Miller, you may leave for now. We’ll let this slide. But if there’s a next time, there will be no mercy.”
“Yes, yes, sir! There will absolutely not be a next time!” Mrs. Miller joyfully scurried away.
After she left, I spat the tea back into the cup.
“Sweetheart, that backstabbing traitor, she just stood there watching you get bullied. Why didn’t you let me get rid of her?” Julian asked me.
“She did that to me, and still dared to return to the Sterling family residence, Julian, don’t you think that’s strange?” I asked.
Logically, those others were all being held accountable, so Mrs. Miller should have run far away.
Even with a high salary at the Sterling residence, she couldn’t possibly ignore Julian’s temper and come back to apologize to me.
Only by playing along with her intentions would she reveal her true colors.
I sent the pastries and tea she brought for inspection. Sure enough, there was something wrong with them.
The lab technicians said it contained a slow–acting poison designed to induce organ failure. It was colorless and tasteless, hard to detect, and would only gradually take effect.
By the time it was discovered, it would be impossible to trace.
So, she wanted me dead.
Mrs. Miller had been with the Sterling family for many years. I didn’t think I had ever made things difficult for her, except for the Ashley
Mrs. Miller had been with the Sterling family for many years. I didn’t think I had ever made things difficult for her, except for the Ashley incident.
And she actually wanted me dead.
This made me seriously suspect their relationship.
It turned out Ashley was Mrs. Miller’s biological daughter!
No wonder she was willing to cover for Ashley last time.
Julian had Mrs. Miller arrested. It wasn’t until her scheme was exposed that she revealed her true nature.
“Bah! You and my daughter were high school classmates! Why do *you* get to marry into wealth, while my daughter just wanted to show off a little at the wedding and has to be humiliated like this by you?!”
I was stunned. “*Just*? That was *my* wedding! She didn’t have to come, and I didn’t provoke her first!”
I was too angry for words. She was the one who impersonated me at the company, who made me kneel and apologize. She was the one who crashed my wedding, and Mrs. Miller still thought it was *my* fault?
“But she’s more talented than you, more beautiful than you! Why isn’t she the one who married into the Sterling family?!”
“Because I didn’t like her. It’s that simple, understand?” Julian took my hand. “And you, you can look forward to facing legal consequences.”
Mrs. Miller sank to the ground in despair. As she was dragged away, she was still cursing me, wishing me a terrible death.
Unfortunately, the dosage of the poison wasn’t lethal and didn’t cause any actual harm to me, so she’d probably only be locked up for a while.
Brenda and Mr. Davies had already pleaded guilty. Mr. Davies had saved some money over the years, and after selling his house in Westport and borrowing from relatives and friends, he could barely pay off most of his debt.
Brenda wasn’t so lucky; she was on the hook for at least eight million.
She hadn’t worked for many years, and with rent and utilities, she barely had any money left each month, even needing to take out online loans to get by.
This time, she was probably going to rot in prison.
Ashley, on the other hand, refused to plead guilty.
The police checked the surveillance footage, and other than her concealing her identity and slapping me a few times, those other things were indeed initiated by Brenda and Mr. Davies.
So she insisted on appealing, and likely wouldn’t be sentenced for long.
I went to the police station to submit my documents and happened to run into Ashley.
