Chapter 514:
As he changed his shoes and clutched the bread he had purchased, he paused when he noticed Zola sitting on the sofa. He turned, intending to head straight upstairs.
âStop!â Zola stood up and blocked his path. âWhy did you keep it from me that Bryan and Eileen have a daughter? Whatâs going on in your head? Helping a bunch of outsiders hide a secret from me!â
Every time Zola and Milford argued over these petty issues, Milford couldnât bring himself to engage. He was eager to head upstairs, but suddenly a sharp pain shot through his shoulder.
Zola had hurled a glass of water at him, striking his shoulder before the glass shattered on the floor. The sharp crack of the breaking glass was particularly jarring. Standing at the top of the stairs, Milford turned around and glared at Zola. âHave you lost your mind?â
âI havenât lost my mind!â Zola marched over, gesturing wildly around the house. âDonât you realize that Iâm no longer the CEO of Apex Group? This house wonât be mine much longer!â
Milford watched in silence as Zolaâs anger erupted.
âBrandon has lost his grip on power, and I have no one to help me now!â Zolaâs bitterness deepened as she continued. âMy glory and wealth are goneâall because of Eileen and Bryan! If you hadnât kept the fact that they already had a child from me, things might not have turned out this way!â She was seething with frustration. âYou are all obstacles in my way, and so are our parents! It would be better if you didnât even exist in this world. Iâll get rid of you all eventually. Mom and Dad failed to protect me from the Dawson family, and they took me away. But thatâs not enough! You kept causing me endless trouble and pain!â
Overwhelmed by a sense of injustice, as if the world itself had conspired against her, Zola broke down in tears, clutching her hair in despair and collapsing to the floor in a dramatic display of anguish.
Milford watched her for a moment, then hurried down the stairs. He reached out, gripping her shoulders firmly, trying to make her stand. âWhat are you talking about? Who are you planning to get rid of? And why would you want to get rid of me, too?â
Milfordâs grip on Zolaâs shoulders was tight, almost painful.
Regaining control, Zola pushed Milford away with a burst of strength, her voice steady despite her trembling hands. âI donât know what youâre talking about. Just go upstairs and rest. I need to find a new place for us. Weâre moving to a smaller house.â
Before Milford could process her words, Zola sprang up, grabbed her bag from the entrance, and bolted out the door. Milford stumbled back, hitting the wall as Zola pushed him. In the process, he stepped on a shard of glass that had pierced his shoe, sending a sharp pain through his foot.
Blood immediately began to drip onto the floor. Wincing, Milford crouched down, carefully pulling the shard out. He limped around the room, searching for the first aid kit to treat the injury.
Despite the severity of his wound, Milford couldnât afford a hospital visit.
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