All Chapters of His Untouchable Super Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Only her facial expression differed in the ward, and sincerely, Debby couldn't give a flying fuck. She was undesirably in the ward of someone she genuinely resents — her unwelcomed soon to be sister-in-law — a bitch — Mary. It was expected of every member of the Williams family to be disheartened at the fact the very first great-grandchild was lost. Mrs. Valentine — the first son's wife, and life giver of the first grandchild, was unimaginably furious. “Robert and I won't rest until we throw that wretch into hell! She'll fucking pay!” The aged woman — livid, had her cheeks beet red due to rage as she stomped her feet seriously on the tiled floor. Here in Mary's ward, the injured predictably occupied the sole queen-sized bed. This wasn't a regular ward, since Mrs. Valentine insisted on transferring her supposed daughter-in-law into a more lavish, capacious one. It was done unhesitatingly, and seated on one of the couches was the youngest grandchild of the Williams family — Debby.

The limitless serenity the garden provided assumingly would be enough to lessen the tension circulating throughout those seated around the dining table. But… That wasn't in the case. Tension undeniably mounted once father, and son occupied different seats — everyone could feel it. The Fords weren't oblivious of the lack of peace between Charlie Williams, and his last offspring, yet both thought — hoped it'd vanish. Tessa had an inkling that was utterly impossible. Well, not immediately but gradually, and she had laid out a perfect plan to eradicate any bad blood between Doreen, and his father. “The blend of these white tulips, roses, and dandelions are simply wonderful!” Beth gushed, deeply awestruck at the sight of the large vase which had beautiful flowers sticking out of it. “Thank you so much Doreen.” The aged woman's attention was entirely on it, and he smiled lightly at her. “I'm relieved you find them so admirable, Mrs. Ford.” His husky voice came as utterly charming — i

The bitterness such undesired memories caused lingered shortly in the air, since Tessa's cheerful conversations effortlessly chased it away. In a matter of minutes, a sense of glee was palpable from Charlie's utterances, and hearty chuckles. Their delightful discussions prompted the quickness of dish washing. “We're done. That was… Fast ” Tessa, herself was stunned at their partial oblivion, and Charlie countlessly laughed lowly. “Why don't we continue our discussion back with my parents, Father?” As she dabbed her hands continuously with a towel, the aged man's eyes glinted temporarily with wist. It was clear his sense of speaking became non-existent whenever Doreen, and himself were close by. A father should never be afraid to exchange words with his son, yet it was evident something else persistently acted as a cat — catching Charlie's tongue. That was guilt. “You do want to make amends, don't you Father?” Tessa inquired seriously in that saccharine voice of hers. “More than

Regardless of the sun's presence, the mild guts of winds carried along a bone chilling cold, and many roaming around were dressed warmly. It was evidently chilly yet sprawled on the bed, Tessa felt nothing else but controlled heart, and limitless satisfaction. On the king-sized bed, she laid with an exhausted body and a smile lingering on her lips. Those mesmerizing blue orbs weren't in view since her eyes were shut, and multiple strands of her thicken blond dangled across her flushed face — her beauty was effortless, and otherworldly. The collar of the light fabricated shirt she was cladded in fell to a side, so the few love bites imprinted on her pale skin were visible. Due to the absence of a duvet, her ankle with a gold chain encircled on it glimmered softly in the moderately illuminated room. Tessa was an ethereal sight to behold, and being the first to do so every darn day, Doreen considered himself the luckiest bastard. He was settled comfortably in a posh longue chair,

The three ladies weren't strangers to another, yet the atmosphere was discomfitingly suffocating for Maria and Octavia. The latter knew the extent her mother would go whenever it comes to her welfare except, things were misunderstood during the previous day. And the former — who just got a taste of a mother's wrath, was low-key intimidated and her fake veil of pride was tearing apart. “I contacted Lady Beth,” Catrina unexpectedly blurted, and both ladies batted their eyelashes. “What for?” Octavia questioned while arising from her seat, and a smile crept up her mother's lips. “Calling this young lady here Lady Theresa's future sister-in-law won't be a stretch, and since she passed out yesterday, it was only normal I contacted Lady Beth. She called back this morning, and informed us all to head to the Manor."“Why?” Maria sharply but lowly inquired. “An execution's about to begin at the Manor — your cousin's.” Seconds were all that was needed for that utterance to be comprehended,