Chapter 95 Your Son Will Suffer The Consequences.
Earlier in the day, while the sun still bathed the city in warm hues, Angelina paced the space of her room, chewing on the tip of her nails as she concocted a sinister plan.
It had taken a few days, but soon she had Recognized that Leonica must have kept the figurine away from Ashley because till this day, she was yet to hear news concerning Ashley’s life being in danger.
In shorter sentences, her plan had failed and she was possibly screwed.
“Fuck!” She cursed loudly, kicking her coffee table with her leg. The poor furniture suffered the wrath of her anger and toppled over, transparent glass on the top shattering into small piece the moment it hit the floor, creating a loud bang.
In seconds her maids had rushed in, worried for her safety. “Ms. Fernandez, is everything okay?” Her head maid asked as her eyes trailed from the broken coffee table on the floor to her messy wardrobe, broken vanity mirror and toppled over makeup chair.
Without another word, she knew exactly what was happening. Her mistress was having yet another tantrum, and from the looks of it, the glare with bloodshot eyes that Angelina was currently shooting in her direction, it seems like she was about to be caught in the crossfire of said tantrum.
“Who gave you the permission to step into my room without knocking?” Angelina sneered.
The head maid was quick to lower her head, but apparently, that wasn’t enough for Angelina. The moment she had gotten close enough, she pushed the female down onto her kneels. She winced at the feeling of tiny glass shards scraping her skin.
But know what was good for her, she gathered herself and managed to speak. “I apologize for the intrusion, Ms. Fernandez; I was simply worried for your wellbeing after hearing the commotion. Please forgive me.”
“I should forgive you?” Angelina questioned in a taunting voice, earning a desperate nod from her head maid. “But, if I do that, who’s going to forgive me? Huh?”
“I... I don’t know, Ma’am.” The head maid, who didn’t even know the cause of her mistress’s tantrum nor the answer to the question which had just been asked, answered honestly.