“Carlotta.” I barely heard Jestony call my name.
A call from the maid I hired to keep an eye on him just came in. She informed me that Jestony suddenly became weak. It has been three weeks since my daughter and I left him.
I intended to leave him for good, but I can’t walk away entirely. My daughter and I have a rightful claim to his wealth should anything happen to him.
And that’s exactly what I plan to secure for us. All his assets will eventually belong to my daughter and me. I doubt Angelo will interfere; he seems preoccupied with his own businesses now.
“How are you, Jestony?” I asked, my expression lacking of emotion as I gazed at him lying in the center of the bed. “It’s been three weeks since I left. But why has your health suddenly collapsed?”
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