“It’s all in the past,” Skylar murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “It doesn’t matter whether they were good to me or not.” She avoided looking at her brothers, not wanting them to see the turmoil brewing beneath her calm exterior. If they knew what she had endured in her past life, it might push them to take drastic action against the Williams family.
But deep down, Steven and Charles had already come to a conclusion—Skylar had not been treated well by the Williamses. It was clear now, from the way she spoke and the subtle hints she dropped.
“The Williamses’ PR team is top-notch,” Steven said, his voice serious. “We need to be prepared for the worst, Skye.”
Skylar nodded in acknowledgment. “When I made that post, I knew it would stir up a storm. I’m ready for whatever comes next.”
She wasn’t just relying on the photos. She had more. Videos, conversations—proof that Christopher had been having an affair with Maisy. She had also kept records of her blood donations over the past six months. If she had to, she would use them. The Williams family didn’t care about her, so she had no obligation to care about them.
Steven, after a moment of thought, handed his phone to Skylar. “Skye, take a look at this conversation with my friends. They raised some concerns that might be worth considering.”
Skylar took the phone from him and read through the messages. As she did, her face hardened, her expression turning cold. A dark realization settled over her. She had been hasty. Perhaps a little too impulsive with the way she was handling things.
Meanwhile, at the Williams residence, Sadie glanced at the clock. It was 11:00 PM. “Your father summoned Peter to the office hours ago. It’s already so late—why haven’t they come home yet?” she asked Samuel, her concern growing.
Samuel was still scrolling through the online comments, indifferent to the passing time. Their PR team had done its job; they had everything under control. He wasn’t worried about the situation. He wouldn’t be surprised if Skylar showed up first thing in the morning, ready to apologize.
“Work must’ve been busy,” Samuel said nonchalantly. “I called Peter, but he didn’t pick up. Who knows? Maybe they’re at some social meeting. Don’t worry about it, Mom. They might not even come back tonight.”
Sadie stood, heading upstairs. “I’ll go to bed, then. But, Samuel, don’t forget about Maisy. She’s been locked in her room all evening. She’s probably feeling down, and you should check on her.”
Samuel’s eyes lit up when he heard about the Martin Group. “Wait—our family has a partnership with Martin Group?”
Sadie nodded proudly, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Yes, it’s been in the works for the last couple of months. Peter has really brought new opportunities to the company. The future’s looking bright for us here in Jipsburg City. Your father’s even talking about Maisy marrying Joe.”
Samuel’s excitement grew at the mention of Joe. “Joe is interested in Maisy?” he asked, almost too eager.
Sadie hesitated for a moment, remembering Joe’s cold reaction to Maisy just a few days ago. But then she dismissed the thought. “Someone like Joe, with his background, would naturally be indifferent at first. But Maisy is a remarkable woman. He’ll come around.”
Samuel didn’t wait for another word. “I’m going upstairs to check on Maisy.”
Sadie was about to follow him when her gaze drifted to an empty spot on the living room wall. Her brows furrowed in confusion. There used to be a painting there… Where had it gone?
She stood for a moment, considering asking the housekeeper about it, but then thought better of it. It was just a cheap painting, after all. It didn’t matter.
It was now 11:30 PM by the time Skylar finally returned to Galaxy Villa. The lights on the first floor were still on. She moved quietly through the house, careful not to disturb anyone. When she reached her room, she opened the door and slipped inside.
After a quick shower, Skylar climbed into bed and scrolled through her phone, her mind a whirl of thoughts. The weight of everything that had happened, and everything that was still to come, pressed heavily on her shoulders. But she would handle it, just as she always did.
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