He didnât explain anything about his mother, who showed up so suddenly. She thought that he didnât have a mother. Much to her surprise, his mother was still alive.
Leila sat down and started eating as well.
For a moment, the dining room had become extremely quiet, so quiet that Leila felt strangled. She dared not to speak. Vincent looked gloomy as if a lot of things were bothering him.
After dinner, Leila cleaned up the kitchen and walked upstairs.
Vincent had already gone upstairs. Leila walked on the corridor, she overheard Nora ask Vincent, âWhat do you plan to do with the woman downstairs?â
âMom, itâs not the right time yet.â
âWhen will be the right time then? Tell me. I canât wait any longer. Vincent, Iâve been waiting for this day for a long time.â
âI know, but itâs truly not the time yet.â
âYou fell in love with her, didnât you?â
âI didnât!â
âThen do whatever weâve planned!â
Leila panicked, almost tripping over. She wondered what plan Nora had, feeling so uneasy suddenly.
The door of Vincentâs bedroom was opened suddenly. Leila raised up her head in a panic and saw Nora coming out. When seeing Leila at the door, she was taken aback. Then she asked in a cold voice, âAre you eavesdropping on our conversation?â
âNo, Iâm not. Mom, Iâve just come upstairs,â Leila explained.
âI hated the sneakers the most. The villa is so dirty. Havenât you seen the handrails on the corridor are dusty? How long havenât the floor been mopped? Itâs so dirty. What kind of hostess are you? How come you are so lazy? Are you still a woman?â
Leila was startled. Immediately, she answered, âIâll clean it up right away.â
She went downstairs and fetched the cleaning cloth from the cleaning room. Then she lifted a bucket of water upstairs, starting to clean the handrail.
Nora stood in the corridor and stared at Leila coldly. Then she ordered, âMy suitcase is still in the car. Go get it for me!â
âOkay, Mom.â Leila had to stop what she was doing. She went downstairs to fetch the suitcase. However, she didnât know what was wrong with the suitcase. When she carried it and entered the door, the lid opened suddenly. It turned out the suitcase was broken.
âCan you do anything? I asked you to carry my suitcase in. You can refuse me directly if youâre unwilling to do it. Why did you vent your anger on my suitcase? Do you think Iâm a pushover because Iâm sick?â Nora was pissed off again.
Leila immediately apologized, âIâm sorry, Mom. Iâm terribly sorry. I didnât mean to do it.â
Nora walked down on the stairs. With a twisted expression, she glared at Leila in angry. With a vicious sneer, she asked, âAre you declaring a war on me?â
âNo, Iâm not!â Leila stood up immediately and whispered.
âPak!â Nora slapped her across her face. âIâve told you not to retort!â
Feeling the burning pain on her cheek, the slap was quite heavy, which made Leilaâs mouth corner bleed. Her teeth bit on the lip and it was broken.
Leila was startled, wondering if Nora was going to torture her physically.
She inhaled deeply and suppressed all her feelings. She looked up and glanced at Nora, her eyes crystal clear together with sharpness. She gazed at Nora, making Nora feeling a sense of guilt. Yes, Leila always kept a low key and endured everything, but it didnât mean that she was a real pushover.
Nora yelled to cover her guilty, âYou! What are you looking at?â
âIâll pick them up for you,â Leila said, choking between sobs. Sad tears dropped from the corners of her eyes, along her slim face, all the way flowing into her mouth. She tasted the endless bitterness. She squatted and started to pick up things.
With the burning pain on her cheek, Leila didnât speak anything else. Inwardly, she heaved a sigh, wondering why such a vicious mother-in-law suddenly showed up as soon as Mr. White had treated her a little bit better.
Angrily glaring at Leila, who lowered her head without showing her expression, Nora felt surprised as if she had never expected that this girl would be so enduring.
The steady footsteps sounded from the corridor, approaching them. Nora couldnât help smiling complacently. She stared at Leila, who lowered her head again and looked at Vincent, who just went downstairs. Immediately, she said, âMy son, look at your good wife. She dislikes me, so she vented her anger on my suitcase, smashing my stuff onto the floor.â
Vincentâs eyes were tightened when looking at Leila, who was lowering her head and picking up the stuff. He turned to look at his mother, and then said to Leila coldly, âLeila, apologize to Mom.â
Leilaâs hands trembled. She slowly stood up. Without raising her head, she whispered, âMom, itâs my fault. Please donât angry. I was wrong.â
âHumph!â Nora snorted and turned around. âMaking an apology? If I killed you and made an apology to your dead body, would it work?â
âIâm sorry,â Leila muffled again in a low voice.
Vincent didnât ask about the reason but he simply asked her to apologize. Leila felt quite wronged, but she didnât say anything. She kept her head low to avoid letting him see the pain and grievance in her eyes.
Vincentâs gaze fell on her face. Although she kept her head low, there was still a trace of blood on her tightly pressed lips. A complicated feeling flashed through his eyes. With a deep frown, he said in a cold tone again, âHurry up and clean it up. Then send the suitcase to Momâs room.â
Leila could only feel the violent pain in her heart as if it was torn apart. Leila closed her eyes in silence and suppressed the bitter tears in her eyes.
Choking between sobs, she squatted down to put everything on the floor into the suitcase.
Then she carried the suitcase upstairs. Her tears finally dropped. She trotted upstairs hurriedly and didnât want to let Vincent see her tears, because he wouldnât say anything even if he could see them.
His mother had heart disease, so she couldnât make her angry. She had to endure it. She reminded herself not to get angry with a cardiac. âSheâs a patient. Leila, you are a healthy person. You canât get angry with a patient,â her inner voice said.
âMom, please go to bed. Iâll call Eira back and clean the house tomorrow,â Vincent said coldly while walking towards the upstairs.
âIâll hold a charity party tomorrow and Iâll introduce Leila to the public,â Nora suddenly said.
Vincentâs body was stiffened on the stairs. He turned around and his cold face became much colder. Raising his eyebrows, he said, âMom, if you think itâs appropriate, please go ahead. My suggestion is to wait longer.â
âI canât wait any longer!â Nora walked to the sofa and sat down angrily. âNo matter if you agree or not, Iâll ask my assistant to inform the famous media agents and all the big shots in the business circle of F City in your name.â
âMom! Iâve said itâs not the time yet,â Vincent said again.
âWhat time do you mean? When youâve fallen in love with her? I can tell you are in love with her now.â Noraâs tone became harsh.
âAll right. Go ahead.â Vincent didnât want to continue with the topic. âIâm going upstairs. Mom, go to bed early.â
As he spoke, he went upstairs.
Leila put the suitcase in Noraâs room. She walked out, lowering her head. She still felt the burning pain on her cheek. Heartbroken, she looked extremely pale without any blood on her face, even her lip corners were pale. Only the handprint on her face was reddened and swollen.
As soon as she walked out, Leila bumped into Vincent. She paused immediately. Motionlessly, she heard Vincent say in a cold tone, âGo back to your room and sleep.â
âI still need to clean the house.â Leila bit her lip. Her mother-in-law said it was dirty in the house, which was indeed true. She needed to clean it up.
Even her mother-in-law didnât point it out, she would clean it.
âEira will come back tomorrow. Let she clean it.â
âNot necessary. Iâll make it very quick.â After finishing her words, Leila turned around, walked downstairs, and started cleaning the house.
Vincent stared at her receding back towards downstairs, lost in thought. However, he didnât say anything else. He turned around and walked into her guestroom.
Nora came upstairs, casting a cold glance at Leila, who was mopping the floor. âMake a cup of green tea for me.â
âOkay, Mom.â Leila stood up as a maid. âOne moment please.â
Leila walked downstairs, washed her hands, and boiled the water. Then she made a cup of green tea and came back. She brought it upstairs and knocked at the door of Noraâs room.
âCome in.â Her voice came from the inside. Under her permission, Leila pushed the door open and walked in.
When she walked in, she saw Nora half-lying on the bed, leaning against the bedhead and crossing her arms on her chest. At this moment, she had changed into a set of silk pajamas. Her hair was still neat.
âMom, the tea is ready. Itâs the Biluochun tea,â Leila said in a soft voice. She walked over, waiting for Nora to take the tea from her hands.
Nora didnât take it over though. With a cold stare, she looked at Leila up and down slowly. Her gazes made Leila shivered. Seemingly that she didnât have the intention to take over the tea.
Leila knew her mother-in-law disliked her and wouldnât let her go so easily. She could only endure and stand aside while holding the tea.
Nora sneered, her gaze wandering around Leilaâs body together with disgust. After a long while, she finally said in a cold tone, âLeila Hunter, you donât deserve my son.â
Leilaâs hands trembled and she answered in a light tone, âYes. I know it.â
âYouâll divorce sooner or later!â
Leilaâs heart skipped a beat. She said with self-mockery, âI know it, too.â
âDo you know it?â Nora felt a bit surprised.
Seeing that she was a bit confused, Leila said flatly, âI know I donât deserve Mr. White, and I know Iâm just an ordinary woman as grass. This marriage was not based on my willingness. As for the reason, Mom, I guess you and Mr. White know it the best.â
Nora was stunned for a moment, and she hadnât expected Leila would say those words. Her face looked peaceful, but it had the smile that made Leila feel creepy. âYou are not an eye candy.â
With a self-mocking smile, Leila didnât say anything.
âPut down the tea. Leave.â
âOkay.â Leila put the tea on the nightstand, turned around, and walked towards the door. At the door, she paused and said in a light tone, âGood night.â
Nora didnât move. A trace of confusion flashed through her eyes. She picked up the teacup and took a sip, expressionless.
Leila went to continue to clean.
It was a huge villa, extremely quiet. Leila tried her best to clean it, soaking in the sweat. Finally, she managed to mop the floor and clean the handrails. As for the windows, she had to wait to do it tomorrow.
After finishing the cleanup, she sat on the stairs, deeply heaving a sigh.
Nora, who seemed to wake up after napping for a while, opened the door.
âAh--â she screamed. âYou! Why arenât you sleeping now in the mid of the night? You deliberately want to freak me out?â
âMom! Iâm sorry!â Leila had to stand up and apologize again.
A Moment in Destiny ï¤Chapter 313 Mother-in-lawâs Visit The convenient Bride ï¤Chapter 414: There Is Nothing Happier Than This (Ending)
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âIâve just finished cleaning the house,â said Leila.
âAre you blaming me? You canât sleep at the midnight, so you are sitting here to scare me, arenât you?â Nora snorted.
Leila shook her head. âI didnât mean it at all.â
The door of the guestroom was opened. Vincent came out. He said to Nora, âMom, why did you get up?â
âI want to drink some water.â
âLeila, get some water.â
âOh, OK!â Leila trotted downstairs to pour a glass of water. Vincent took it over and gave it to Nora. âMom, good night.â
He pulled Leila, dragging her into the guestroom that she usually stayed in.
Under his strength, Leila pounced into his arms, which caused a fierce pain on her cheek that was slapped by Nora. She couldnât help but inhale sharply, her eyes reddened immediately.