Chapter 67: Chapter 67

“I said it, and I will say it again: I am here to help you. I am on your side, Mitchell, because I know what is at stake if anything goes amiss. I just need you to listen to me and stop being so paranoid.” Liam’s mother says this, slamming the phone into Mitch’s hand.

I told you this woman is like a real chameleon. So now she has declared her side. It is well with me and Liam. Even if they gather the entire world and turn it against us, we will still fight and stand by what we are fighting for. We are not deviating from our course.

“One last chance. If you say something that I don’t like, I will make the call, and I hope you know how this will end.” Mitch states.

“Good. Now that is a plan that you and I have to derive alone, don’t you think?” Liam’s mother speaks, snapping Liam and me to her.

What? She is keeping us in the dark. Like, seriously?

Mitch shrugs, feeling like number one to have won Liam’s mother by her side.

“Okay, mother-in-law. I like your thinking. You didn’t have to give me such a hard time, you know. Let's go upstairs. I will show you to your room.” She says. Her mother grabs her suitcases in an attempt to drag them upstairs, but Mitch stops her. "Oooh, come on, mother-in-law. Don’t bother yourself with this. Your son will bring your suitcases upstairs for you. He can ask his whore to help him if they are too heavy.”

This bitch! Can I kill her just now and put an end to all this misery? She is just...

“You are right. Son?” Liam and I again snap at his mother. “My bags. Bring them for me to my room. And,” She shifts her gaze at me and conjures a cold chill down my spine. “Lynda? Make me and Mitchell something delicious to eat while we have a mother-and-daughter-in-law chitchat!"

Excuse me! What? The nerve! The mockery of the sound of that!

What am I? Their maid?

Even Liam will not recover from the shock as his mother and his contract wife march upstairs after winning this. How can she ask me that?

Is this woman okay in the head, or did they pull out some part of her brain before she came here this morning?

“Don’t worry. Just go rest in your room. I will handle the cooking.” Liam soothes.

He will? He will handle the cooking, huh? For how long, huh? I hope he can see that these vast and furiously full sachels are not for someone who is leaving next week or even next month. That means I am being demoted from being his surrogate, the mother to the great heir or heiress of the Adams’ fortune, to a mere servant, and I am afraid they will make me work like a horse. Who knows if their plan is even to overwork me so that I suffer a miscarriage, huh? God forbid! Their plan will not work! Nothing bad will happen to my child.

So, how long will he cover up for me, huh? Every single damn time that her mother will order me around? Will he agree to take up my place as their puppet? Actually, I have no single doubt that he can willingly do that. But what about weekdays when he will be at work? Bitter sigh! I better get used to the misery that has already befallen me.

“Never mind! I will do it.” I say with a heavy heart, turning to head to the kitchen before that woman returns and finds me standing here doing nothing.

He grabbed my hand before I could walk away, turning me to him. “Come on, Lynn. Let it be. I will do it myself.” He says.

“Didn’t you hear your mother, Liam? She asked me to go to the kitchen and make food for her and your wife. She did not ask you.” I say.

I swear, I am struggling so hard to hold back the tears from welling up in my eyes. I don’t want to break down. If my oppressors are peeking at me from somewhere upstairs, I don’t want them to see just how well they have succeeded in hurting me. I don’t deserve this. I don’t at all.

“It does not matter, Lynn. You are not doing that sort of thing. You are not a servant here. I will do it for you, and I will talk to my mother after this.” Liam says, and I can see and feel that he means well for me. This injustice being done to me is hurting him like it is hurting me. Or even much more than it is doing to me.

But you know what? This is not the time to be weak. It is time to show these people that I have a special place in this house and in Liam’s life. I am not some kind of trash. I deserve none of this shit, and I am not taking any more shit from anyone.

I look up at Liam. His eyes are flaming with a harmless fire of gentleness and pleasure. “Do you know in what way you can help me, my love?” I ask. I have never even called him that.

His eyes melt as he shifts in his posture, pressing in closer. “Anything for you, love. Tell me what that is, and I will do it for you.” He says it softly.

“Tell your mother to accord me the respect that I deserve. I know she cannot accept me as your woman, but at least for the sake of this child that I am carrying that carries Adam's blood, I want the respect that I and my child deserve. If not, we are going to have a huge problem in this house because I am obeying your mother only this once. Never again! And on your way down from your mother’s room, kindly lock my room and bring me the keys.” I state, and since I don’t want to see the pain of the pressure that I am instilling in him, I yank my hand away and walk to the kitchen.