Chapter 667 Defend
When Miranda stepped into the room and spotted a woman there, she felt no surprise at all. Her spies had already reported that a woman had quietly arrived at Felix’s place tonight, so she had come to investigate, and here it was, all too real.
Miranda’s gaze scrutinized Meryl, who she had never met before, but was instantly drawn to the noticeable curve of her pregnant belly. Meryl was nearly eight months along. The bump was impossible to hide, even under a coat.
In the dead of night, with a man and a woman alone together, Miranda’s expression darkened. She narrowed her eyes and asked, “Felix, who is this woman? What are you two doing here?”
Felix instinctively pulled Meryl behind him, clearly protective. Meryl, wanting to diffuse the situation, spoke up, “Mrs. Miranda Powell, I’m a doctor. Mr. Powell called me to treat his legs.” She waved the needles in her hand to emphasize her point. Miranda’s skepticism was palpable. She thought, “A doctor? What kind of doctor shows up at a patient’s house in the middle of the night?”
When she noticed how tense Felix was around Meryl, Miranda’s suspicion deepened. “Felix, who is she really? You’re already engaged, so what’s going on here? And what about the child she’s carrying…” Felix interjected, “It’s mine.”
Meryl was taken aback, thinking, “What is this idiot saying now?” She shot Felix an incredulous glare, but he didn’t meet her eyes. Miranda pointed an accusatory finger at Felix. “So, you’re really messing around on the side? You’re engaged, and yet you’ve gotten another woman pregnant…”
In a flash, Miranda moved toward Felix, ready to drag him away. “You’re coming with me to talk to your father and sort this out!” She pulled at Felix with force, but he was still lying in bed, his legs freshly bandaged and unable to move.
Seeing this, Meryl rushed forward, stepping in front of Felix. “Mrs. Miranda Powell, Felix is seriously injured and running a fever. You can’t touch him. He can’t even walk right now.” Miranda finally turned her attention to Meryl, her tone sharp. “You think just because you’re carrying Felix’s child, you can throw your weight around in the Powell family? You have no say here! Get out!”
With that, Miranda shoved Meryl aside. Pregnant and already off-balance, Meryl stumbled dangerously close to falling. Thankfully, Felix’s strong hands caught her just in time. Meryl steadied herself as Felix pushed himself up from the bed, his eyes icy. He suddenly seized Miranda’s wrist with a fierce grip. “Did I give you permission to touch her?” Miranda had never seen Felix look at her that way before. Even when he had been punished in the past, he had accepted it without protest.
But now, Felix was like a different man. Miranda felt a sharp pain shoot through her wrist, a sickening crack echoing in the air. She gasped in shock, realizing something was wrong. “Felix, you’ve lost your mind!” she exclaimed, her face contorting in pain. Felix scoffed, saying, “That’s the price of touching her!” Miranda retorted angrily, “I’m your mother! How dare you disrespect me like this!”
Felix, cold and unyielding, replied, “Keep talking, and you might lose that other hand too.” Seeing Miranda’s defiance crumble, Meryl chimed in, “Your wrist is dislocated. If you don’t get it treated soon, you might be dealing with lasting damage.” Miranda shot Meryl a venomous glare, knowing she wouldn’t gain anything by staying. With a huff, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. Before leaving, Miranda shot a parting shot at Felix. “I’ll remember this! Just wait, Felix!”
As soon as she was gone, the room fell into an uneasy silence. Felix casually rested one hand on his thigh and looked at Meryl with an air of nonchalance. “So, what do you think? Was your son’s future dad just now looking pretty suave?” He was referring to himself. Meryl regarded him as if he were suffering from some sort of delusion. She said, “Of course, Chandler is handsome!” Felix snorted softly, unimpressed.
“Make sure to have Philip pick up some anti-inflammatory meds for you. You’ll need to take them for a few days,” Meryl instructed as she began to pack away her needles. Chandler was still waiting for her outside. Meryl had heard whispers about the Powell family. It was said that Felix wasn’t Miranda’s biological child but the result of a fling Keith had years ago. Having a bastard child suddenly introduced into the family had made Miranda see Felix as a thorn in her side. Keith’s attitude towards Felix was ambiguous at best. Over time, Felix had found himself in an awkward position, often being the scapegoat for the family’s troubles. Whenever something unsavory happened, the Powells would often send him to clean up the mess. Meryl couldn’t shake off her concern. “You know, the way you just handled things with her… could that cause you unnecessary trouble?” After all, Miranda was an elder. If she could make Felix endure punishment for an entire night, it was clear she wasn’t someone to take lightly. This time, she left in such a hurry because Felix had injured her, and she needed to seek medical attention urgently. Felix smirked. “Aww, are you worried about me?” He reached out as if to touch Meryl’s cheek, but she instinctively stepped back, putting some distance between them. “Don’t get any funny ideas. I’m just being a concerned friend, that’s all,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. She continued, “My husband is waiting for me outside. You take care of yourself, and I’ll check in on you in a few days. Goodbye.” With that, Meryl turned and headed for the door.
Felix squinted, his expression thoughtful. He completely overlooked her mention of “my husband waiting outside“, fixating instead on her promise to come back in a few days.
When Meryl and Chandler returned to their house, they were startled to find that Rachel’s belongings were all gone–her suitcase was missing, too. Meryl furrowed her brow, deep in thought. “Where could she have gone at this hour?” In this city, aside from Chandler, Rachel didn’t have many acquaintances left. The Morgan family had fallen from grace years ago. The only person she might have had any connection with was Felix, her fiancé.
Chandler shook his head. “She probably didn’t want to leave the country and is hiding from me to avoid being sent away.” He pulled out his phone and called Walter, asking him to send more people to track down Rachel. However, she never expected the situation to shift rapidly.