This was bad, really bad. That guest wasn’t just anyone.
Why had Vincent brought Gabriella into the master bedroom? If Diana saw that, no explanation could ever clear things up.
Diana went upstairs and noticed that the guest room door was tightly shut, but voices came from her and Vincent’s master bedroom.
She wondered why Gabriella was in the master bedroom instead of the guest room.
Although Diana had mentally prepared herself, her expression still fell the moment she pushed the door open.
Gabrielle was lying on the master bed, dressed in Diana’s nightgown.
On the wall above the bed, Diana’s radiant smile in the wedding picture now looked mocking and absurd.
“Oh my, Diana’s back!” Gabriella looked up from the bed and beamed at her. She didn’t seem like she intended to get up at all.
Diana was about to speak when Vincent appeared with a glass of water.
“You’re back. Gabby forgot her umbrella and got caught in the rain. She’s always been weak, so I brought her home,” he flatly explained with a cold expression.
Then, he walked up to Gabriella. His voice softened with concern and reproach as he urged, “Hurry up and take your meds, or you’ll catch a cold. You’re not a child anymore, so why can’t you be more careful? If I catch you again, you’re dead meat.”
Gabriella playfully stuck out her tongue. “Fine, I get it. You’re such a nag.”
The scene made Diana’s blood boil. Clenching her fists, she glared at Vincent and said, “She’s an adult, not a child. Doesn’t she know how to take cover from the rain?”
Gabriella was a grown woman, and just because she had forgotten her umbrella, she was utterly at a loss. After getting caught in the rain, was she now fatally sick?
When Diana remembered that Vincent had left her to face all the reporters alone because of something so trivial, she couldn’t help but feel the bitterness rising in her chest.
Gabriella’s smile froze. Panic and grievance filled her eyes as she hurriedly said, “I-I’m so sorry, Diana. If this is bothering you, I’ll leave. I’ll get going right now…”
As she spoke, she threw off the covers and made to get up. Her eyes shimmered with anxious tears, and she looked utterly frail and sorrowful.
“Enough. You’ve always been understanding, Diana. Why are you being so harsh now?” Vincent frowned, clearly impatient.
His tone was rull of reproach, and his gaze was cold.
Diana’s hands trembled slightly. Angrily gritting her teeth, she hissed, “She’s wearing my clothes. Are there no other clothes in the house? Why didn’t you have Maria bring something else?”
The Hendrix family was immensely wealthy, and there were guest rooms aplenty.
Since Gabriella was a frequent “guest”, Vincent made sure she had a wardrobe of her own and prepared the latest clothes of every season.
Yet here she was, sleeping in their master bedroom.
Diana had barely protested, and she was labelled harsh.
“Stop making a scene. Gabby is young, and I see her as a younger sister,” Vincent said sternly as tension rose in the air.
