Let alone making Serena Vance a maid, I wouldn't even object if she became the lady of the house. After all, I would soon leave his world forever. The rest of the day, Serena Vance diligently cleaned, keeping to herself. Julian Blackwood didn't even glance at me, spending the entire time with her. That evening, he gently handed me a glass of milk. "Summer, your wounds have just healed. Drink some milk to help you sleep." I realized something. I secretly poured out the milk, pretending to drink it all. Sure enough, that night, after I was "asleep," Julian Blackwood kissed my forehead, got up, and opened the door. "Husband, can we really be intimate in front of Ms. Hayes?" Serena Vance's surprised voice drifted in. 2:37 pm < "You silly girl, when has your husband ever gone back on his word?" My eyelashes fluttered violently. I opened my eyes and, through the French windows behind me, saw Julian Blackwood holding Serena Vance against the wall, kissing her inch by inch until they were itterly entwined... My palm was aching from how tightly I was gripping it, but my heart wouldn't ache anymore. Because he wasn't worth it. The next morning, Julian Blackwood went to the company, and I stayed in my room designing. I didn't want to see Serena Vance, so breakfast and lunch were brought in by the staff. When a knock sounded again that evening, it was Serena Vance standing outside the door. She held a tray, her voice provocative and smug. " I saw you outside the conference room at the hotel that day. I never thought someone as proud as 'ou, after losing a hand, would lose her spirit too. You can tolerate this?" "Well, I guess. You're just a cripple now, reliant on Julian to support you, so you wouldn't dare object o anything he does." A wave of nausea washed over me. I asked coldly, "What exactly do you want to say?" "I want to say, even if you hide like a turtle, you won't keep Julian. I'll corner you step by step until you have nowhere left to go and disappear completely. Julian belongs to me and only me!" I clenched my fist, but ultimately gave up on the idea of slapping her. Hitting her would only soil my hands. I would find another way to reclaim every ounce of pain she had inflicted, with interest. I didn't want to argue. Just as I was about to close the door, I heard familiar footsteps. Serena Vance immediately changed her expression to one of pitiful vulnerability, then fell backward. The rice and soup on the tray spilled all over me. She held up her swollen hand and cried plaintively, "Ms. Hayes, I know you're still angry with me. If it makes you feel better, I can endure it no matter 12:38 pm P DDD Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!