Chapter 55: Chapter 55

“Sure, sweetie.” That was Liam’s mother.

This one has been gross ever since. I only met her twice when Liam and I were dating. Back then, I was still hoping, wishing, and praying that fate would shine brightly on us. But it didn’t, and I guess she was on the moon when I was gone from her son’s life. Now she must be cursing whatever brought us together again. And if she is doing so, if she wants to blame it on anyone, then it should be this bitch that seems to have cast a spell on them. If only she tried to be human to Liam, I would not be here. My face would not be irritating their asses right now.

“Umh, son?” Mitch’s mother turns to Liam, who is astounded beside me. He also does not respond to her verbally, but he shifts his gaze to her. “Won’t we get at least a cup of tea in this house?” She asks, smiling, Only God knows what.

See why I am saying these people have a motive here? How can she ask Liam about food and kitchen stuff? Since when did men become accountable for matters of the kitchen?

Liam had to smirk at that. He found it comical, while I found it absurd. Or he is so good at not showing his true feelings. “Sure, mother. Umh, Mitch?” Sha! Hell is beckoning with just the way all the eyes snap at him even before he says anything. “Go to the kitchen and prepare something for our guests.” He says.

“What? Me?” Mitch snaps, making Liam and I narrow our eyes at her.

“How can you ask your wife to enter the kitchen and cook? Is this how you have been torturing her?” Mitch’s mother asks.

Huh? Torture? Making common foods? Since when has it been torture for women to be in the kitchen?

“Yeah, son. She is your wife, and not a"

“Exactly!” Liam fumes. It seems like he has heard enough of this drama. They all conjure up their faces for him, sending messages of disapproval. “She is my wife, and she must do all the cooking for me in the absence of the servants.” He states.

“You said it. In the absence of the servants. But they are not all absent today. Thank the heavens.” It was Liam’s mother who spoke this time around.

“Pardon me?” Liam asks.

I am glad he asked because I am itching to crack this woman’s parable as well. Are there any servants here? I even wiggled my head around to see whether Serah was somewhere around the house, but I had not noticed. But, no. What would she even be doing here on a weekend? This house remains empty on weekends. No one has stayed here for the past three months. Except today. And whatever seems to have brought about this chance today seems dead grave.

I was bathing in confusion when suddenly all five pairs of eyes before us flickered and stuck to me. I tense. Did I summon them with my wiggling? “Well, there is absolutely one right beside you, son. She should go to the kitchen and do all the work. That is the place for people like her.” That was Liam’s father, Mr. Adams, as he joined everyone as they embarked on a cruise around my body from head to toe.

I am dumbstruck! I feel terrible. Not because they refer to me as a servant. I can take that. But the way they are coiling their noses as they browse me with disgust makes me want to cry. They are suffocating me with their stern gazes. The only thing that can give me solace right now is my baby. I hug it tight, looking up for a moment, and mentally murmur a prayer to the heavens to give me strength.

Why are they humiliating me like this? Why do they need to do this to me?

“Well, sorry, but I am not sorry, but Lynn is not setting foot in that cursed kitchen! She is not a servant!” Liam says, curling an arm around my bark.

He is also getting confused here. He is not supposed to get this close to me in front of them. But I think I am too weak to pull myself away.

“We can see that.” His father roared. Their eyes are glued to Liam’s hand, which is resting on the side of my belly, and not even their glares are slapping some sense into him. He does not seem to be contemplating withdrawing his hand.”I mean, you are making it so clear to us. So, tell us, son, is she more than just your surrogate?” His father questions

Damn! What the…

“She is just my surrogate. She is pregnant with my child. Now that is enough reason why I will not tolerate anyone mistreating her.” Liam says this as his grip tightens around me.

Curse this day! I don’t need to be reminded that I am merely his surrogate in front of everyone. Curse this witch!

“Well, if that is all there is, there is no need for you to act so custodial toward her. And also, she is no equal to your wife, nor is it right for your wife to go to the kitchen and cook for your stupid surrogate. It is an insult to your wife. Let that woman go and cook for us. Rags like her belong to the kitchen, or better yet, a pigsden.” Liam’s mother spoke.

Rag? I am a rag. Ooh, wow! It seems like I was the plan. They came all the way here to insult me and humiliate me. She got them on her side. And she won.

I cannot believe they are ganging up on us. They had this all planned out.

My eyes trace Mitch. She throws me a bitchy, triumphant smirk. This is her plan. And it is working because I cannot forgive these people for humiliating me this way. Even Liam’s parents? Why are they doing this to their own son? Don’t they know the kind of hell their son has been going through at the hands of this witch that they are protecting? Don’t they feel for their son at all?

“Look, father. I appreciate your visit, even though I don't yet know what this is all about. This is my house. You cannot budge in here and start running it for me. I say who does what in my house, and in this one, I say that the perfect woman whom you both chose as my wife goes to the kitchen and performs her sworn duties. If not, let her parents carry her useless daughter back home. She has been nothing but a collateral liability in this house and in my life.” Liam states, his voice erupting a moment of screaming silence in the entire surrounding area, building a lot of tension. The aura alters completely. The entire house is reeking of total dread!