Part 46

46

 apologize for the previous confusion. Here's the improved translation with the dialogue separated from the narrative:

There was no activity outside the house because Kevin didn't want to meet her, and when Margareth didn't have money to transfer because Carlos had already stated yesterday that the money he sent her was the last, and she would receive her allowance again after a week.

Certainly, Margareth was feeling really bored, especially after her lengthy argument with Carlos. Now she was contemplating whether to leave the luxurious house or not. Margareth was also rethinking how her life would be once she left the house. She was weighing how to stay there with peace of mind, not in worry like her current state, because her argument with Carlos had truly reached its boiling point in anger.

Carlos had kicked her out, and she had loudly declared that she would accept any decision he made if he wanted to end their relationship. However, upon reflection and considering the negative consequences of their breakup, Margareth knew that she had to be on good terms with Carlos before finding a new path, so her life wouldn't be adrift.

To avoid all of this, Margareth was trying to find a way for Carlos to forget his anger. She also realized that Carlos's anger earlier was a result of his carelessness in accepting Kevin's offer. As a widower, Carlos surely knew what had driven him to act like a madman last night.

But one thing was on Margareth's mind at the moment. "He said the drug reacted to him. If that's true, why could Carlos resist it? It doesn't seem possible because the drug really drove Kevin crazy every time he attended to me. That was really insane and thrilling." Margareth's fingers interlocked, contemplating where Carlos might have released his desires.

It was unlikely that he would easily shake off the influence of such an extraordinarily powerful drug. Margareth tried to dismiss all the negative possibilities in her mind, including briefly thinking that Carlos might have done it with Chelsea, her own daughter.

But she convinced herself that Chelsea was not a loose girl, and even to this day, she had never heard of Chelsea doing anything untoward. True, the girl had a boyfriend, but Margareth had never seen them do anything strange. Chelsea had never even brought Revan home when the house was empty or the like. Chelsea preferred to bring Revan only to visit her sick father. The girl maintained her dignity well, even though Tomas lay helpless, so it was impossible for Chelsea to accept and assist Carlos in releasing his desires.

"Mom, I want to talk to you." Chelsea took her steps toward Margareth, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, pondering many things that she felt could change her life right now.

"Talk about what?" Margareth gazed at Chelsea from head to toe. She looked very different; her daughter now appeared weak, with a wound at the corner of her lip. Chelsea was also wearing an oversized hoodie and an oversized long skirt, as if she was hiding something behind all of that.

"Why are you so weak? Your lip is also injured," Margareth pointed to the corner of Chelsea's lip.

Chelsea just smiled and sat down beside her. "It's okay. It's just a normal sore."

"Are you sure?" Margareth raised both eyebrows to intimidate Chelsea into being honest with her answer now.

"Mom, when have I ever lied to you? Oh, by the way, earlier..."

"Wait a minute, don't ask questions to me. It's actually me who should be asking you. What's the relationship between you and Vano? Why did he dare to say that you two are already married and that you slept together last night?"

Chelsea rubbed her neck. This wasn't the first time Vano had taken steps without informing her in advance, so Chelsea had to be very careful and rack her brain to give answers that matched the ones the man provided. Otherwise, Margareth would be suspicious that they had never had any relationship.

"It's not marriage; it's just that my relationship with Vano has evolved beyond that."

"Evolved beyond what? Have you already engaged in that kind of relationship with Vano?" Margareth clarified Chelsea's words because she couldn't accept that her daughter had gone further than she had imagined all this time.

It was allowed, but it had to be clear whether they were married or not. What was the point if they eventually called off the wedding with Vano?

Chelsea nodded softly. "Yes, what can I do? Vano promised me that he would forget about Celine if he got it from me because he has been serving Celine all this time. That's why he doesn't want to be far from Celine."

Margareth hit Chelsea's arms and thighs alternately, not caring about her daughter's cries of pain. She wanted to vent her anger.

"Do you think this is good for you? He's a man and will never face any consequences if you get pregnant. And if he doesn't take responsibility, what then? Are you capable of raising your child alone? You're so thoughtless! Didn't you talk to me about self-worth and such? But now, you're giving yourself away to Vano for free."

"Ouch, Mom," Chelsea tried hard to prevent the blows from Margareth, but her mother didn't want to listen at all.

The blows from Margareth on her skin hurt terribly, even more so with the scars of past love on her body. It still hurt, compounded by the blind punches.

"Mom, stop it! It hurts!" Chelsea stood up from her seat. "Mom, don't be so unfair to me like this. I could kick you out of here because I've done more with Vano, and he promised me that he would comply with all my wishes, including giving his blessing to you and Dad, but now you're acting like this! I don't like it!" Chelsea walked out of the room.

"Chelsea, wait!" Margareth grabbed Chelsea's hand and brought her back to sit on the bed. "Don't be angry like that. I'm just shocked and giving a natural response. As a mother, I can't bear to see my child go beyond the limits when you two aren't married at all. If that's the case, let me tell this to Carlos, and you two should get married soon."

"T- that's not necessary," Chelsea quickly corrected herself. "I was just joking. You were being unfair earlier, Mom."

"What? Joking? Are you sure? You can't fool me, Chelsea!!"

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not. But I did it because I was upset seeing you two always fighting in this house. I feel uncomfortable living in Dad's house if that's the case. And I'm sure Vano said we were married just as an excuse to keep you from leaving. Maybe he's gotten used to having a stepmother like you.

Just like when I got comfortable having a stepfather like Dad, so Vano had to lie so that we wouldn't leave, and I'm asking you, please keep your composure because I don't want to live in poverty again.

Where can we find a man as good as Dad who's willing to support our lives, even though he's not someone prominent? Please think it over carefully so there won't be any regrets later. Once you step out of this house, there's no turning back, and don't expect me to go with you because I'm already comfortable living here, having a father and a prospective husband like Vano." Chelsea released Margareth's hand from her grip.

"I don't want you to make decisions like earlier, shouting and threatening Dad with hurtful words. If Dad gets fed up and really kicks you out of here, I can't imagine how tough life will be out there. Let alone buying branded goods, I don't think you'll be able to afford even food. Mom, you could find a new lover, but that's if there's anyone willing. If not?"

"Alright, I'll try to talk to your dad again about this issue. I'll also apologize and won't repeat the harsh words like earlier."

"That's better, Mom. Please talk to Dad about this issue. I'll go back to my room to rest."

"W-wait, do you think you can fool me? If sleeping with Vano was just a joke, then why, when I came looking for you in your room, you weren't there."

"It's impossible for me to be in my room when I came from outside. I had chicken porridge at the street corner."

"Is that so?"

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not, Mom. If you don't believe me, please check Vano's room for anything suspicious. So, yeah, Mom, I need to get ready to go to campus."

Margareth let out a long sigh. She didn't know how to talk to Chelsea anymore. If only the girl weren't her own daughter, she would have kicked her out of her life a long time ago to find some relaxation and peace.

***

"Dad, I want to talk." Margareth approached Carlos, who was sitting at the dining table. He was enjoying lunch with Chelsea.

"Go ahead," Carlos replied casually, more interested in the food in front of him. He wanted to glance at Chelsea, but he didn't want Margareth to become suspicious of the two of them.

"Can I ask for a moment of your time to talk?"

"Let's talk outside. Can we?" Margareth suggested.

"Then wait until I finish lunch."

"Alright." Margareth nodded and reached for a plate, joining Carlos and Chelsea for lunch.

***

After lunch, instead of talking to Carlos, Margareth said goodbye because Kevin suddenly asked her to come. He said there was a free service that he would provide as a bonus for the money Margareth had given him so far.

So the woman hurriedly got up from the dining table. Didn't even finish his lunch first. Carlos and Chelsea looked at each other seeing the woman's behavior. Usually he immediately leaves after receiving a short message.

"Daddy is sure that your mother has another dream man out there, but she doesn't want to be honest because she's afraid of losing her money."

"Just leave it alone, Dad. Just pretend you don't know." Chelsea put the spoon on the plate, got up from her seat and moved to Carlos' lap. "I don't care if you want a boyfriend, husband or mistress. All I want is for him to stay here so that I can always be beside Daddy."

Cupping Carlos' cheeks and biting both of his husband's lips.

"It's a shame that other people will see it later."

"It's okay. Who wants to see? Vano is on campus and mother has already left." Taking Carlos' hands to slip inside the oversized hoodie he was wearing."

"You're not wearing it?" Chelsea shook her head.

"I don't want to wear it when I'm at home. That's why I prefer to wear oversized clothes like this, so you don't see too clearly when I'm innocent inside because I want Daddy to touch this often. It's just addictive when Daddy's big hands cup and twist the ends."

"You can do it." Carlos chuckled a little and hugged Chelsea, rubbing her back before connecting their lips together.

For a moment, Carlos would pause their lunch because Chelsea was offering him something more enjoyable. Offering the tip of the mound that always makes him drift in pleasure, even now Carlos is already stretched and Chelsea can feel it well.

"Pa, want," whispered Chelsea.

"Just a moment." Carlos unbuttoned the cotton trousers he was wearing. Letting out her squirming self and starting to stiffen, Chelsea quickly grasped and stood slightly on tiptoe. Direct it, and…

"Pa," Chelsea breathed. When Carlos pushed in, to the deepest point. He hasn't gone up or down yet.

Chelsea just moved her hips, twisting until Carlos felt his own being squeezed and massaged. His mouth was busy sipping and his hands were squeezing. Chelsea's hands squeezed his thick hair, and pressed so that his sips became deeper and stronger.

"Pa, move," Chelsea whined, not satisfied playing in the chair like now. Her clothes couldn't be removed completely, and she also couldn't be a baby for Carlos.

"Okay," Carlos whispered. Leading Chelsea to get up so he could get out. However ...

"S-master, sorry." A household assistant almost died standing when he saw his employer making love to his wife at the dinner table. He quickly turned around so as not to see Carlos who was sipping Chelsea.