Chapter 339 Don’t Want to See Him

Lydia had been raised by Bianca since she was a child. Bianca had braided her hair, fed her meals, and nurtured her like a daughter. But now, it felt like a cruel twist of fate to learn that she had been raising the love child of her husband.

What stung the most was that Lydia had secretly been in contact with Sandra all along. The child Bianca had cherished and cared for wasn’t on her side. Instead, Lydia had been deceiving her for so long, playing both sides.

“Meryl, please forgive me! Just give me a chance to make things right!”

Bianca didn’t expect Meryl to embrace her immediately; she only hoped for a flicker of their old bond.

As Meryl settled into the passenger seat, Chandler gently closed the door behind her.

Bianca rushed to the window, desperation in her eyes. “Meryl, don’t leave…”

Bianca’s eyes were red-rimmed. She had been too aggressive with Sandra earlier, and in the scuffle, she had hurt herself.

A cut on her face throbbed painfully, and the salt of her tears only made it worse.

Meryl caught a glimpse of the bracelet Bianca wore, a gift from her on her birthday, and hesitated for a moment.

Bianca’s hair was disheveled, and her eyes were puffy. She looked nothing like the poised, glamorous socialite Meryl had always known.

In Meryl’s mind, Bianca was the epitome of grace, always composed, even when she had to deal with the knowledge of her husband’s infidelity.

But today’s public drama, the complete loss of her usual restraint, was driven by one significant reason: the revelation that Sandra had secretly swapped her child years ago.

The shock was overwhelming, and it was this crushing realization that drove Bianca to such a breaking point.

And perhaps, beneath it all, there was also a lingering sense of guilt towards Meryl herself.

Meryl’s heart softened slightly. After a long pause, she finally said, “Get in. I’ll give you a ride.”

The sun was setting, and in this secluded villa area, hailing a cab would be a hassle.

Bianca’s surprise and relief were palpable. She quickly opened the back door and slid into the seat, anxious that if she took too long, Meryl might change her mind.

Just as they were chatting, Malcolm burst out of the villa.

Seeing him made Bianca’s face fall. “Meryl, I really don’t want to see him right now. Let’s get out of here!”

Both Bianca and Meryl were in no mood to deal with Malcolm at the moment.

Meryl turned to Chandler and exchanged a knowing glance. Understanding her cue, Chandler started the car and drove off.

By the time Malcolm emerged, the trio had vanished.

Returning home, Malcolm found the front door firmly shut.

After waiting a few moments with no sign of anyone coming to let him in, he punched in the code on the keypad.

To his dismay, after three attempts, the screen flashed an error.

The password had been changed!

Frustration etched on his face, Malcolm loosened his tie and pounded on the door.

No response.

Fury ignited within him. He knew the staff wouldn’t dare to pull a stunt like this without Bianca’s orders.

“Bianca! What’s the meaning of this? I’m the head of this household! Are you really locking me out?

“Let me in! You’ve embarrassed me in front of everyone today, and I’m not done settling the score!”

As he ranted, the door suddenly swung open, and Malcolm stepped forward, expecting a conciliatory Bianca.

However, he was met with a bucket of dog blood being hurled at him.

The rancid smell hit Malcolm like a freight train, making him gag.

Malcolm recoiled, wiping his face, only to find John standing there, still holding the large metal basin.

Without missing a beat, John plopped the basin right over Malcolm’s head.

“Got this just for you! Thought it might clear your bad luck!”