Aurelia had just left when a car sped over, and Cymbeline Jennings stord into the hotel in a rage. A waiter tried to stop her, but she pushed him away.
The anonymous text ssage contained the room number.
Cymbeline went straight upstairs and pounded on the door. "Co out, you! I know you're in there having a rendezvous with so vixen. Open the door, co out!"
Cymbeline had long known Nico Spencer was seeing other won outside, but at this mont, her precious daughter was trapped in a psychiatric hospital with no way out, and her husband was out gallivanting, seeking won without a care.
Cymbeline's nerves snapped.
She had lost her child and her hope. If she couldn't live well, then no one should!
Nico Spencer cared about his reputation. If Cymbeline shouted outside and attracted reporters, it would be in the news by morning. What face would he have left?
He hurriedly dressed after erging from the woman's embrace.
The woman peeked out naked, "What's going on? Did that old woman from your family co knocking? Why co at a ti like this, really ruins the mood."
"Stay here," Nico Spencer said sternly.
"What if she barges in? I should put so clothes on..." The woman said as she got up.
Nico Spencer ignored her and opened the door, and a slap ca right across his face, "You heartless bastard, not coming ho for days, and here you are ssing around with this vixen! I'm going to kill this vixen..."
"Smack!" Another slap landed.
Nico Spencer slapped Cymbeline to the ground, his face showing impatience, "Why are you making a scene? Can't you let it go? Go ho; we'll talk about this later."
Jealousy flashed in Cymbeline's eyes just as the young woman, now dressed, albeit rely wrapped in a bathrobe, walked over.
She glanced at Cymbeline with disdain, gave a contemptuous laugh, and hooked her arm around Nico Spencer's, "Scared to death. How can she be so fierce and not gentle at all?"
"Who are you calling a vixen?!" Cymbeline yelled in anger.
She was over forty, and no matter how well-maintained, she still had wrinkles.
Because of Eleanor Spencer, she hadn't taken good care of herself lately. Her clothes didn't match, and an out-of-season floral coat wrapped around her. She was makeup-free, and her hair was disheveled.
Seeing her like this made Nico Spencer lose patience. His hand rose, another slap fell, "Go back! Don't make a fuss here. Just wait until I co ho to deal with you."
"You're siding with this vixen," Cymbeline cried, "I've been with you since I was a teenager, and now you despise for being old?"
Nico Spencer lost patience with her crying, dialed a number, and several bodyguards entered, "Take her ho, and don't let her out without my orders."
There's no telling where else she might cause trouble.
This madwoman!
...
"Aurelia, Cymbeline did indeed go there, and Nico Spencer got angry and had the bodyguards tie her up and take her ho," Hadrian Turner reported the good news to Aurelia Shaw.
She had already predicted it.
Nico Spencer, just like he projected, was ruthless and unfeeling. Cymbeline had been with him for so many years, yet it was still the sa.
With his own daughter in a psychiatric hospital, was it any different?
A man who treated his daughter as a tool for marriage alliances since childhood, what good could he be?
Cymbeline treasured Eleanor Spencer, thinking she was the Spencer Family's only hope, but with Nico Spencer's promiscuous nature, could there be no illegitimate children?
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