Chapter 813:
He continued, âWhere is your self-respect?â
As Dolores lowered her head, biting her lip and refusing to respond, Julioâs anger flared. He lifted his hand and gripped her delicate neck. His grip tightened as if he meant to strangle her. Struggling to breathe, Doloresâ face reddened, veins bulging in her neck, and her eyes turned red as well. Julioâs cold expression mirrored her tearful gaze.
âI have no dignity. Iâm just a failure. Youâre set to become the head of the Fergusoni family. Look at you, so superior, yet why bother with me? Donât you see how demeaning this is for you?â Tears streamed down Doloresâ cheeks as she pelted him with her questions, each one a struggle to utter.
Upon hearing this, a storm of emotions churned in Julioâs chest. He suddenly released his hold. He could have killed her if he hadnât controlled himself. Dolores collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.
She looked up at Julio, got to her feet, and declared, âIâve told you before that Iâve settled all my debts to you. I would even give my life if you still resent me. But since you havenât taken my life today, I hope from now on we can act as strangers or even enemies. That would be better than this torment!â With that, she shoved Julio aside and sprinted back into the mansion.
Julio watched her leave, pondering her words, frustration boiling inside him.
In a sudden gesture, he swung his arm and punched the car window. The glass shattered.
Blood flowed from his knuckles, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. The car alarm went off, drawing the attention of the Vazquez household staff. They hurried over, shocked by the scene. The housekeeper quickly acted, taking Julio to tend to his hand.
Uncover new tales on gⱯlnÏνð®âsâ¤Ã§om Before Eileen stepped out, she noticed some noises outside but didnât know what was happening. Her thoughts were consumed by Bryan. As she responded to his messages, she occasionally looked up to acknowledge Leylaâs remarks.
Noticing Eileen was distracted, Leyla fell silent. She shifted slightly and sneakily glanced at Eileenâs phone screen. The smile that played on Eileenâs lips reminded Leyla of the look her daughter had when she was in love. Leyla, aware that Eileen was so accomplished, thought it unlikely for her not to have a significant other at her age. She even believed Eileen might be married.
Previously, she had suspected that the so-called cousin from last time was actually Eileenâs husband, but Eileen had denied the question. Thus, Leyla wasnât sure about that. She thought of the child the so-called cousin had brought⦠could the child be Eileenâs?
âMommy, Iâm being good!â Eileen accidentally played a voice message Bryan had sent over the weekend.
The childâs voice was so endearing that Leyla couldnât help but lean closer to Eileenâs phone. She remarked, âThis voice is so sweet. Is this the baby you visited that day?â
âYes,â Eileen replied. It was only then that Eileen realized she hadnât informed Leyla about her marriage and her daughter. She quickly pulled up some photos of Gabriela and showed them to Leyla.
âHer name is Gabriela, and sheâs one year old.â
Leylaâs mood brightened at the sight of the photos, and she smiled fondly, saying, âGabriela? I didnât pay enough attention to her that day. Is she coming today?â
âShe canât come today,â Eileen replied, reminding Leyla. It was only then that Leyla remembered that Gianna had met Bryan before, thinking he was Eileenâs cousin.
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