The pain was so intense that Dexter felt his soul leave his body. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he lay curled up in bed, letting out low groans of agony.Angela was stunned. She hadn't kicked him that hard. It had just been a light… nudge."Angela… Graham!" His voice was terrifyingly cold, like he was ready to kill. "Get… Get a doctor… here. Now!" A doctor? He couldn't have suffered irreparable damage, could he?Angela panicked and went to call the doctor as she was told.The doctor spent some time asking where the injury was.Dexter roared, "It's my groin!" Angela stayed by the door, peeking in. Only half of her head was visible.She overheard the doctor explain that Dexter had almost suffered permanent damage. He should stay in bed and avoid moving for the next few days. The more the doctor spoke, the darker Dexter's expression grew."Get in here, Angela!" Dexter commanded coldly, his expression brooding.Angela cleared her throat and stepped inside cautiously.
Back then, Miles had gone to great lengths to have Lionel acknowledged by the Bamfords."I understand," Dexter replied indifferently.Fiona was used to his attitude by now. "Come with me," she said, pointing at Angela. Then, she left without looking back.They walked into the study one after another.Fiona got straight to the point. "Angela, I've heard that you've changed a lot these past few days. I'm warning you—don't go causing unnecessary trouble. Stay here and fulfill your duties as Mrs. Bamford." In the past, Angela wouldn't have dared to say anything in response. But now, she refused to endure such commands and suffer in silence.Angela countered, "What exactly are the duties of Mrs. Bamford? Do those include serving drinks, doing laundry, and cooking? Or is it to be humiliated by my husband's secretary or to be a birthing machine?" She looked at Fiona with a faint smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. On top of that, she even stared back at Fiona unflinchingly.Fi
Her assistant recounted everything that had happened recently at Bamford Estate, including Erica's repeated provocations, Angela's angry retaliation, and even her leaving the house. After Fiona got into the back seat of her car, she opened her laptop to start a video conference with the company's shareholders and took a moment to say, "Tell Erica to tone it down. If she keeps overstepping her boundaries, she can leave." After Fiona left, the atmosphere at Bamford Estate became even more gloomy.It was at this time that Erica arrived."What on earth happened? How did Mr. Bamford get injured?" she demanded angrily.Angela shrugged and said, "Go see for yourself, but I doubt Dexter will let you look at his injury." After shooting a fierce glare at Angela, Erica turned and hurried inside. The moment she entered, Dexter immediately chased her out with an immensely displeased expression."Angela, get in here!" Dexter called out frigidly.As she walked in, she brushed past Erica, w
In a daze, Angela heard the familiar yet distant voice of Marie. She jolted slightly. In the hazy light of her dream, she saw Marie looking at her quietly with a gentle and loving gaze.Angela was stunned. Her voice trembled as she murmured, "Mom, is that you? I've missed you so much!"Tears filled Marie's eyes. "My child, you've suffered so much." Angela lowered her head, and her tears began streaming down like a broken dam. She hadn't cried like this in a dream for a long time.Her tears soaked the pillow, dampening her dreams.The faint sound of her soft sobs stirred Dexter from his sleep in annoyance. He thought irritably, "Why is she making noise in the middle of the night now?"He threw off the covers, ready to scold her, but stopped short when he realized that she was crying. Angela was curled up on the floor. She looked so small. At that moment, she looked like a child who hadn't yet grown up.However, her tears were real.An odd feeling of frustration surged in Dext
Angela happened to see the latest comment posted and was initially stunned. Then, she couldn't help but chuckle softly. That commenter had summarized her situation quite accurately. Wasn't she just a nanny at this point? In fact, she was a super nanny who was stuck looking after the troublesome Dexter."Wow, she laughed! There's no way she's a nanny. She sounds so young!""Look at her hands. They're elegant like a pianist's! I bet she's an heiress of the Bamford family.""No way. Why would a rich heiress make money via livestreaming?" Comments flooded in rapidly, but Angela ignored them and kept her focus on the drawing. Her movements were quick and efficient as always.Meanwhile, Dexter had just wrapped up a lengthy conference call and noticed the cold food put on one side of his table. A displeased scowl appeared on his face. "Angela!" he called out.No one responded.One of the maids, who was standing nervously at the doorway, spoke up. "Mrs. Bamford isn't here." "Wher
Angela gritted her teeth and stepped aside.Dexter propped himself using the bed. He stood up slowly and walked over to the wooden cabinet. Then, he opened it and pulled out her livestream setup and phone.Angela's expression turned icy. "Dexter, don't you dare go so far as to take away my livelihood!""Take away your livelihood? Ha! Is that something that should even come out of your mouth?" he snarled as though he wanted to tear her apart. "You're Mrs. Bamford! Yet, you go online to make money by exposing yourself! Don't you feel ashamed? I, for one, am utterly mortified!" "What's there to be embarrassed about? I didn't even show my face! I'm making money with my own two hands. It's not like I stole or obtained it illegally. Why can't I make money this way?" Angela retorted frigidly, her rebellious side kicking in."Does the Bamford family not provide for you well enough? Do you really need to stoop to something as cheap as flaunting yourself online?" Dexter threw her equipme
Donna didn't dare make the decision herself, so she went to ask Dexter.At that moment, Dexter was still furious. He snapped dismissively, "She can go wherever she wants!"In about ten minutes, Angela moved into Donna's room. Upon seeing Angela's sour expression, Talia didn't dare say much. She quickly packed her belongings and moved next door to share a room with Lily Peters.Donna prepared a cup of chamomile tea and brought it to Angela. Her kind voice was comforting as she asked, "Mrs. Bamford, did you quarrel with Mr. Bamford again?"Angela forced a smile. "Donna, how could I have been so blind?" She regretted everything. Her heart was filled with remorse.Donna couldn't help but smile. "Couples always quarrel, but in the end, they'll always make up. Mr. Bamford hasn't been well these days, so just bear with him a bit." "Why should I? He brought it upon himself. I'd like to rest for a while, Donna," she added before wrapping herself in the blanket.Word of this quickly sp
Angela took the towel from Donna and wiped herself off haphazardly."Don't poke your nose into others' business unnecessarily, Ms. Carrey," Angela said with a light smile. When she looked up again, her eyes held a cold, fierce glint. Did they all really think she was a pushover and someone anyone could just trample on without regard?"It was Mr. Bamford who asked me to take you outside. This way, please." Erica wore a smug look as she gestured for Angela to step out. Her words sounded polite, but her attitude was utterly provocative.Angela couldn't tolerate her any longer. "Donna, please close the door. I have a few things to say to Ms. Carrey." Donna wanted to dissuade her but stopped short when Angela gave her a firm look.Erica thought Angela was scared and became even bolder. "What is it? Are you trying to bribe me? Sorry, but my loyalty lies with Mr. Bamford." "Don't misunderstand. I just wanted to teach you a lesson." Angela slowly walked over to Erica, indifferently e