I looked up at Mr. Porter. "If she has something to say, tell the Elder Mrs. Delgado to come here herself."
He blinked, stunned.
"I'm tired," I said softly. "I want to rest."
After decades of swallowing my anger, I finally held the leverage to negotiate. I was ready to end things with Evan and the entire Delgado dynasty.
Mr. Porter stood frozen, unable to process my refusal. Eventually, he turned and left to call Catherine.
Not long after, Catherine Delgado marched in, followed by my daughter, Mandy Delgado.
Different personalities. Same expression: cold indifference.
Catherine wasted no time.
"Alice Henson." She spat my name. "Do not think being pregnant gives you the right to put on airs. You are acting high and mighty, disrespecting your elders."
She stepped closer, her shadow falling over my bed. "Remember who gave you this life. Your identity, your status—who bestowed them upon you?"
Before I could respond, my phone rang.
Evan's voice drawled through the speaker, lazy and unbothered.
"Wife, you've rested long enough to cook, right?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I want chocolate cake. Bake a tray and bring it to Hillside Villa. Remember, no peanut butter—Bonnie hates it."