Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 115

"Mr. Collins, thanks. Don't worry, I won't let it mess with my work. I'll do my job well!" I assured him, looking straight into his eyes.

Christopher, who had been looking at me calmly, suddenly darkened his expression. "Your job?"

I could sense a hint of coldness in his voice.

I was momentarily confused. Was this what they meant when they said the boss's mood was unpredictable?

This was the first time I'd seen Christopher turn cold so suddenly.

I tried to recall what I had just said but couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Mr. Collins, if there's something I did wrong, please just tell me," I asked tentatively.

Christopher lifted his eyelids and gave me a chilly glance. "Do I need to teach you what's wrong?"

Then, he completely ignored me.

I could tell Christopher was upset with me. The problem was, I had no idea why.

Forget it, Paula was right. The boss's temper was hard to predict. I was just an employee; what could I do? Just deal with it.

Just then, Paxton sent me a message: [Ms. Turner, Mr. Collins sometimes gets so busy with work that he forgets to eat. Plus, he often has to drink at social events, so his stomach isn't great. If you could remind him to eat three meals a day and prepare some porridge for breakfast, that would be great. Other meals should be light as well.]

As I left the office and read the message, I couldn't help but fall into memories.

I didn't know much about taking care of someone's stomach before.

When my parents were still around, we had a housekeeper, so I never had to cook. I hadn't even stepped into the kitchen.

But after Lawrence drank so much while trying to secure investments that he ended up with a bleeding stomach, I learned how to make porridge and other light dishes to help him recover.

From not knowing how to turn on the stove, to burning the porridge, to cutting my hand, and getting oil burns, I gradually improved until I could make delicious and nutritious meals.

Thinking back, it was ironic that Lawrence's stomach bleeding was a ploy to get my money, and I gave him my genuine care.

As I was lost in thought, Paxton called to apologize. "I should have arranged this earlier. I'm sorry for troubling you. I'll find someone else to make Mr. Collins's breakfast."

I snapped out of my memories and reassured Paxton, "Don't worry, Paxton. I'll take care of Mr. Collins."

Even though taking care of Lawrence was foolish and ironic, the skills I learned were real.

And now, being able to take care of Christopher felt like a way to repay him for all his help. I was happy to use my skills to serve him. So I agreed immediately.

In the days that followed, while waiting for the court date, I observed Christopher daily, studying his preferences. People with stomach issues couldn't eat much at once, so the food needed to be both appealing and easy to digest. Gradually, his health would improve.

As the court date approached, time seemed to slow down. I wasn't sleeping well at night.

When Paula found out, she took me to visit my parents' graves.

We brought my father's favorite wine and my mother's favorite flowers, placing them by the headstones before paying our respects.

I wore a black dress, standing solemnly by the graves. It felt like crows were circling overhead, and I frowned.

Paula must have sensed my mood. She patted my shoulder, then said to my parents, "I'm here with Melinda to visit you. Don't worry, Melinda is working hard to get justice for you. I'll always be by her side, and no one will bully her again. Watch over us. Lawrence will be punished soon, and you can rest in peace. Please bless Melinda with a smooth path ahead."

Paula's words brought tears to my eyes.

I knelt before my parents' graves, my voice choked with emotion. I tried to steady myself, not wanting to cry, and said, "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't see Lawrence's true nature and caused you harm. But now, Lawrence will be punished, and I will get justice for you."

My eyes were filled with hatred and determination.

I didn't care if anyone saw this side of me. I hated Lawrence. If it weren't for the law, I would tear him apart myself.

After paying respects to my parents, I slept better that night.

The next day, Paula accompanied me to court.

Fallon called us in advance. "Ms. Turner, have you seen the news online? Your live stream caused quite a stir, and this court case has attracted a lot of reporters and even influencers. We'll need to disguise ourselves and enter through a different door. Mr. Collins specifically asked me to pick you up."

Knowing Christopher had arranged this, I didn't ask further and agreed, "Alright. Paula and I will wait for you."

I sent Fallon our location and waited with Paula.

Paula took the opportunity to check the news online.

People were already spreading rumors, saying all sorts of nasty things.

[She was stupid and deserved what she got. But dragging her parents into it? If she hadn't trusted the wrong man, her parents wouldn't have died. If I were her, I'd have killed myself. How can she still be alive and have the nerve to sue?]

[She's no saint either. The guy didn't hold her accountable, and now she's complaining about his cheating? Disgusting.]

There were even short stories and comics based on my situation.

They were taken down quickly, but the damage was done, and more people knew about my case.

Paula was furious after reading the comments. "Are these people blind? Didn't they watch the live stream? Are they brain-dead? How dare they blame you? I hope they meet someone worse than Lawrence. This is infuriating."

After venting, Paula comforted me, "Don't pay attention to those comments. Some people are stuck in bad situations and can't escape. Seeing you fight back makes them jealous and angry because they don't have the courage to do the same."

She held my hand warmly, as if afraid I might do something drastic.