Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

“Oh goodness!” Aria screamed rowdily, in a more intense manner than the maids, when they heard how Ellen had yelled in pure oozing pain. Aria, who had her eyes watching the flickering red light of the cameras, tried to make it even more heart wrenching for Ellen, by pretending to care.

“You bitch! See. See what you. What you have caused!” Ellen cried out so loudly as she cursed at Aria, who almost let out a chuckle when she saw her ugly manner of crying.

It really got her amused that even amidst the pain that Ellen was feeling, she could never still let go of her terrible attitude and blameful demeanor.

‘It should have been her mouth instead and not her hand,’ Aria thought in her mind, as she imagined in her head how Ellen’s pucker lips would look like if they were both scalded by hot water.

It took the billionaire’s wife another forced effort and consciousness, not to laugh out loudly at the crazy images that played in her head.

A maid who was fast to run towards the refrigerator brought out an ice pack out of it, as she ran back to where Ellen was still crying in pain and presented it to Aria.

The action of the maid, which Aria would have described as an artifice, put her in a spot. She reluctantly collected the pack from the lady and pressed it against Ellen’s already swollen hand, which had turned red from the pain.

The others who couldn’t care less tried to show some sign of concern, as the fastest ones had started to clear the mess in the kitchen. Ellen, who was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs still crying, got more frustrated to know that Aria was the one tending to her pain.

She obviously knew her brother’s wife was ready to sneak a gloat at her, which she didn’t even bother to hide at all in her presence, with her constant stifles that showed the ugly faces Aria made at her.

“Do not touch me, you bitch! Get away from me, right now!” Ellen ordered in frustration while still choking on her tears, as she stood up immediately and pushed Aria away from her. Her blood which was still boiling hot in pain and anger, could not hold the taunting smirks Aria was making to her face.

“She obviously does not need my help. Call the home doctor, and just get it done the normal way you deal with this,” Aria instructed the maids whose attention had been diverted by Ellen’s sudden behavior, as she dropped the pack of ice on the table and exited through the kitchen door. She had not stepped out of the kitchen finally when she came face to face, with the one person she would always not expect to see. Hailey.

Hailey, who had arrived about an hour ago and had gone upstairs to see Mrs. Eleanor Miller, came down the stairs the moment she heard a loud scream which she could never mistake for another person’s voice.

She had proceeded to go and check on her best friend after she had left Mrs. Miller room, which was just the perfect time for her to hear Ellen’s loud scream.

In her high clanking heels encrusted with diamond pearls at the straps, she dashed down the stairs and to the direction of where she had heard the noise from. And just then was the almost collision of two persons, who were not supposed to meet in a one on one encounter.

Persons or rivals?

Transfixed for a moment, Hailey stopped on running tracks and deliberated on how to act, because she had never had to meet Aria in that manner before. In the past when she and Dalton were first married, she was rarely seen around because no one wanted to even see her around them.

She was either cleaning somewhere that the maids had cleaned before at the exterior part of the mansion, or in her room all day without anything to do or having anyone to talk to.

Aria, who instinctively thought that she could pass some kind of warning word to Hailey, who was giving her some kind of hateful look held her mouth still from saying anything, as she strutted past her majestically.

She knew in her heart that Hailey would follow in the steps of Ellen and mess up soon, which she was readily waiting for with her head filled up with the full punch of noxious words.

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Dalton walked into the mansion as usual but earlier than his normal late hour with Alex following behind him, while contemplating in his heart if he should tell about Aria’s outing during the day or not.

He could not even tell if the billionaire was in a good mood or bad to listen to anything, but was not even ready to say anything about it regardless; He could not even give a detailed information of where she went to exactly.

It was just time for dinner that evening as the maids were busy setting the table to a perfect dinner, because Hailey was also going to be joining them for dinner that night.

On orders from Alex by Dalton to the maids, they should just mind their business and do their assigned jobs whenever he arrives at the mansion, without showing off or coming to welcome him unnecessarily.

Ellen had her hand wrapped in a big wrap of bandages by the home doctor, who arrived a few minutes later after Aria had left the kitchen.

The doctor had given her every necessary treatment without her telling her mother, who was sleeping at that point in time. She planned to make it a big issue during dinner that night, where she knew she would be able to play the victim so well to her brother.

In order to make her bandaged hand a spice up surprise for everyone, she had made sure to wear a long dress with puffed and exaggerated sleeves that would conceal it, pending the time that she would be ready to reveal it.

And as if everything was working in her favour, Dalton decided to join them for dinner that night, without having any idea that Hailey would be present at the table too.

Ellen had taken her seat around the huge rectangular table of shimmering and luster nature, which was changed from the oval one to the new one two days before, on Alex’s supervision by Dalton orders.

It was also his job to constantly check out new styles and designs of home decor and interiors, and show them to his boss who would evaluate if it would fit into the mansion setting perfectly.

Eva joined the family for dinner and took her seat beside the empty chair that was opposite Ellen, with Hailey who followed behind her and sat elegantly on the chair beside that of her best friend.

Their mother made her way into the dinning room shortly afterwards, as the table was already fully set and arranged to perfection by the maids who had left. Not long after their mother took her seat, the king himself came down the stairs to join the family.

Hailey was grinning from ear to ear while sneaking glimpses at Dalton, who was only interested in munching on the chilled fruits that were cut in dices.

There was barely a sound heard from the golden cutleries that rubbed against the surface of the ceramic plates they were using, or from the grinding of their teeth in an attempt to chew smoothly on the food. There was a show of aristocracy that filled the air, from every person that sat in the large room.

Dalton’s eyes trailed to the door that led to the dining room often, about twenty minutes after dinner had begun, since Aria was nowhere to be seen anywhere around the room. In the past even if she would be humiliated for one thing or another, she would still join them for dinner every night without eating one-third of the contents in her plate.

Even till that night, none of them cared if she was even alive somewhere around the mansion, talk less of them caring to know if she would eat. It was at that moment that he was still wondering if she was going to ever come down for dinner, that Ellen raised her bandaged arm to the table in an attempt to pick the glass of water in front of her.

“Oh my goodness! What is this that I am seeing? What is wrong with your arm?!” Mrs. Eleanor Miller yelled in exasperation, the moment her daughter placed her hand on the table, and she saw the terrible condition that her hand was in. She could not believe her eyes, and neither could the others.

“It is Dalton’s wife. Aria,” she answered almost immediately, halting everyone whose attention had been drawn to her, from the food they were eating. They all thought that their ears had heard wrong, when Ellen uttered an accusation against Aria.

“That good for nothing ingrate did this to my daughter’s arm?!” Mrs. Miller eyebrows furrowed in great surprise, and soon began to turn to anger and restlessness. She was definitely throwing her out of the house that night.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.