Chapter 11
Ever since Samantha left, Lydia wanted to win over Harry and Joseph. She even imitated Samantha by cooking for the first time.
In the kitchen of Wright Villa, Lydia had her apron on as she tried to sear fish fillets at the stovetop.
“Salt, pepper, paprika…” Sweat was beading on her forehead as she followed the recipe on her phone.
Joseph sat at the dining table, swinging his legs. He gazed at Lydia hopefully. “Ms. Yeager, my mommy also made a lemon butter sauce for the fish!”
“Dinner’s almost ready.” Lydia forced a gentle smile. As soon as she turned around, irritation flashed
across her face.
Sure enough, as she turned back to the stove, she knocked over a bottle of seasoning. The dark liquid splashed into the pan. In a panic, she picked up a container of white powder nearby and poured it into the
pan.
During dinner, Joseph furrowed his brows. “This tastes nasty! It’s not nice at all! I don’t want to eat this anymore! I want Mommy’s food.”
Lydia gritted her teeth as Joseph kept throwing a tantrum at home. Still, she had no choice but to toss all
the dishes into the trash.
But that night, Joseph got a fever and started vomiting from food poisoning. The driver and butler rushed him to the hospital.
Joseph curled up on the hospital bed, his forehead still burning. He gripped the edges of the blanket
tightly.
The doctor took off his stethoscope and spoke sternly. “The kid has acute gastroenteritis, which was
caused by food poisoning. He’s still young, so you must monitor his diet.”
Lydia stood nearby. Despite her impeccable makeup, she looked slightly pale as she forced a smile. “I’m sorry, doctor. I wasn’t careful…”
“Mommy… I want Mommy…” Joseph whimpered groggily as tears rolled down his cheeks. “Mommy’s fish
fillets won’t make me sick…”
Lydia’s smile stiffened, and she dug her nails hard into her palms.
At that moment, Harry, who had just finished his meeting, rushed over to the hospital. He opened the door, looking anxious and exhausted.
As soon as he laid his eyes on Joseph lying on the hospital bed, he turned to Lydia and asked in a low voice, “What happened?”
“I… I was just trying to prepare his favorite fish fillet!” Lydia’s voice grew softer as she absentmindedly
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tugged at the edges of her clothes. “I probably put in the wrong ingredients…”
Without a word, Harry walked to the bedside and reached out to feel Joseph’s forehead. The high temperature made him frown.
“This never happened when Samantha was around,” he remarked nonchalantly.
Lydia lifted her gaze at once. Embarrassment and fury flashed through her eyes, but she quickly looked
down.
Her voice choked with emotion when she said, “I’m sorry, Harry. I’m really useless…”
Over the past few days, Harry had been busy entertaining clients and only returned to the villa around 3:00
- The house was pitch dark. There was no sign of the familiar lights he was used to, nor any warm
hangover soup.
He stood at the entrance. In a daze, he thought he saw Samantha coming out of the kitchen, holding a glass of warm water and saying softly, “You’re back.”
In the next second, the vision faded away.
“Harry?” Lydia walked downstairs. She was still dressed in her nightgown, her eyes bleary.
“You went drinking?”
“I was entertaining some clients. Get me a glass of water.”
At his request, Lydia hurried into the kitchen. A moment later, she emerged with a glass of iced water, her
fingertips still damp from the droplets.
As soon as Harry took the glass from her, the cool sensation made him frown slightly. “Why is it iced
water?”
Lydia was taken aback for a moment before answering anxiously, “I forgot to boil some water…”
Harry suddenly remembered that no matter how late he came home in the past, there would always be a glass of warm water waiting on the coffee table.
If he was drunk, Samantha would silently bring him a bowl of hangover soup. She would even hang his
suit for the next day behind the bathroom door in advance.
Without a word, Harry turned and headed for the study. He sat in his office chair as he swept his gaze
across the table. The sight of the ice cubes bobbing in the glass made him feel strangely irritated.
In the past, Samantha would always tidy up his documents in advance. Everything would be in perfect order.
Harry massaged his temples as he looked at the pile of messy documents on the table. He suddenly felt unusually agitated.
The next morning. Harry found Lydia tidying up his study. However, she put all his important documents in the wrong place.
Harry couldn’t help but tell her off furiously. “How could you mess up something so simple?”
Lydia stood at the doorway, looking rather pale.
“I only wanted to help. Her voice trembled. “I noticed Ms. Knott used to do that for you…
“Samantha?” Harry sneered, his gaze filled with mockery. “You can’t even compare to her.”
Lydia immediately looked up. The hurt in her gaze instantly turned into malice.
“No matter how great she was, she’s gone now, isn’t she?” She gritted her teeth as she cursed under her breath. “You pushed her away yourself!”
With that, Lydia returned to her room and slammed the door.
Harry narrowed his eyes as he gripped his documents tightly, causing them to crumple.
Lydia was right. If they hadn’t forced Samantha to leave, she never would have walked away.
Harry walked downstairs, his tie still crooked and coffee stains visible on the sleeves of his blazer. Since Samantha hadn’t ironed his clothes in advance, he had no choice but to opt for a wrinkled suit.
An old nanny stood at the kitchen doorway and sighed quietly. Wright Villa was about to suffer after losing Samantha for good.
