"It just doesn't make sense. Vivian must have been too ill to think straight. It shouldn't count towards the will." Marissa shook her head in objection. Mr. Pringle said seriously, "Madam, the revision handwritten by Vivian was consistent and clear. It doesn't seem like she wrote it when her judgement was clouded. With this alone, your statement is without any legal basis." Mr. Pringle's words were like a ball of thorns rolling towards Jenna. She suddenly felt pain all over her body. Wasn't it a little unbelievable that Vivian would ask Hansen to take Liya as his second wife, and even add this to her will? Why would Vivian, who had always adored her, treat her this way? Could Jenna stay happy in life if Hansen really took Liya as his second wife? How could it have ended up like this even after all the effort they poured in to prevent this from happening? Jenna sat there in a daze. "This is impossible." Hansen gritted his teeth and landed
The next day. In the dining room of the Ink Garden, the family was having breakfast around the table. Maud was seen rushing over. "Mr. Richards, something happened," Butler Maud said with a panicked expression. "What's the matter?" Trevor's face fell as he asked in a low voice. "Mr. Trevor, that woman named Liya, has brought along a huge crowd of media reporters and they're gathered in front of Richards Manor. They are here to demand the marriage between that woman with Mr. Richards, based on Madam Vivian's will. They were arrogant and rude. I couldn't keep them away either. We couldn't use force either with this many reporters filming everything," Butler Maud explained in detail, with a difficult expression on his face. Everyone else was startled when hearing his words. What in the world was happening? The reading of the will had just taken place the night before, and she was already here demanding for them to proceed with the will. What shoul
"Liya, let me go," Hansen bellowed with a furious expression. Her strong perfume made him frown in disgust. He reached out and plucked her hand before shoving her away. "Liya, know your place. You should stop bothering us. I have my own family now. I will never marry you. You'd better leave now," Hansen said firmly and was clearly annoyed. "No way. Hansen, it's clearly written in Vivian's will that you must marry me. You can't deny it. I will never give up on this," Liya said, standing firmly. "From today onwards, I will never leave this place. I will return to the Ink Garden of Richards Manor to take care of Vivian," Liya said. "You..." Hansen was startled. He did not expect Liya to come up with such a shameless request. He was frustrated. "Hansen, I'm only doing this because I love you. I want to marry you. I don't have any evil intentions here." Liya immediately changed her tone once she noticed Hansen's expression. Hansen exhaled deeply to
"Dad, why? Why let her live with us?" Hansen asked. He was in the Ink Garden's lounge with Trevor. Hansen's tone was rushed as he asked, "Do you know how hurtful your decision would be to Jenna?" Hansen's gaze was filled with helplessness and pain. "Hansen, can you please be more mature? Would you rather see Liya smearing our family reputation by claiming that we did not acknowledge the will? There are way too many things on the Richards family's plate right now. It would help to have one issue under our control. If all she wants is to live here, then we should just let her live with us. It's just one more person under our roof. Moreover, you don't love her at all. Let's see what else she'll do about that," Trevor said. There was another hidden layer of meaning in Trevor's words. It didn't take long for her to march over right after the reading of the will. Trevor wanted to see what her true intentions were. He was also waiting to see what she could do to the Richards
Jenna sat blankly in front of Vivian's bed as she held Vivian's hand in hers. "Grandma, can you hear me? Can you tell me what I should do now? Did you really revise the will to include that? Were you always hoping that Hansen would marry Liya? Grandma, please tell it to me," Jenna said as tears started dripping on her cheeks, and landed on Vivian's hand. Ever since the will was announced the previous night, Jenna had been feeling terrible. She wouldn't be bothered if this was someone else's will. However, it was Vivian's, whom she had always looked up to. This made her feel worse. It was clearly stated in the will, and the handwriting was Vivian's too. It looked legitimate to her. If Hansen refused to marry Liya, then he would lose everything within the Richards Group. She knew about the consequences, and she knew very well that Hansen would end up with nothing. His past efforts would be wasted. This was an extremely cruel thing to happen to a man like him.
After they returned to their guest room, Hansen filled the bathtub with water. "Jenna, you're covered in sweat. Let me help you with that," Hansen said as he stepped out from the bathroom. Jenna was lying on the couch with her eyes slightly shut. He wrapped his arms around her as he whispered in her ears. Jenna did not move away and just stayed in his arms. The weather was too hot. Anyone else would be dripping in sweat from just standing outside, let alone a pregnant woman like Jenna. Hansen gently removed the clothes on Jenna's body, and helped her dry her sweat off, before carrying her into the bathroom. Hansen bathed her attentively. After the bath, Hansen helped her to change into her pajamas before returning to the bed. They were cuddling as Hansen said, "Jenna, I'll be heading to Capital City tomorrow. You have to take care of yourself. I've told father to let Lomen protect you for the time being. You can always look for Lomen if you need anyt
"Maud, you're nothing but a butler, whereas I'm the appointed second young madam by Vivian herself. Why can't I take a few accessories away for my own use? You have to know that the party I'll be attending today is an important one. The wealthiest folks in the A City are all attending it as well. If I make a plain appearance at the party, then I will only embarrass Richards Manor. Can you afford to bear the consequences of that?" Liya screamed. She was no longer putting on the nice act from earlier. It was known that Richards Manor had a huge collection of jewelry. So, why couldn't she borrow a few for her own use? Did they have to single her out that way? Upon hearing this, Maud put on a solemn face and said, without leaving any room for mercy, "Miss Liya, I really can't help you with this. I'm just following the rules. Not only you, even if any of the madams or young madams ask for the same thing, without the head of the household's approval, they also can never get to us
Oscar's mouth on Liya as he removed his pants impatiently. The two of them were then entangled passionately in the dark and secluded corner. There was a coffee table by the exit, near the circular pillar. Two women were sitting there, with their gazes fixed on Liya and Oscar. "Miss Yates, will we get to intercept Liya later?" Octavia glanced over at Liya and Oscar, with disgust filling her eyes, as she asked with slight concern. "Don't worry. Liya has moved back to Richards Manor. She has to return there every night. Otherwise, she will be kicked out." Zoella lowered her head and said faintly, "Let's wait for her by the exit later." "Sure, Miss Yates," Octavia replied. She was clearly unaccustomed to the lustful atmosphere of that place. Couples there were obviously having fun with each other. She found that place filthy and disgusting at the same time. "Mr. Jones, are you done yet?" Liya asked after Oscar roughly possessed her, as he seemed to have the de