His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

179 A Strange Family

"That's enough! Somebody stop them!" Catherine hurried down the stairs, calling for two servants to spear the two women apart.

"See what you're doing?" Catherine glared at her daughter and Mia. "Margaret, I told you to stay in the room."

"This mongrel broke your favourite vase!" Marguerite said, pointing her messy hair at Mia's face. "She provoked me!"

"Margaret! As a lady, you shouldn't make a scene here!" Catherine went to her daughter to check if her face was hurt. After confirming that she wasn't hurt, Catherine's tone softened.

"It's just a vase! If your dad sees you fighting over a vase with someone who's not worth it, he'll feel sorry for you!"

"I don't understand why dad wants these two mongrels in our family," said Marguerite in the wayward voice of a little girl, "Now my classmates know that my dad has two illegitimate daughters outside, and they all sneer at me! Mom, I hate them!"

"Shh!" Catherine coaxed her daughter. "Didn't your father discuss this with you? Stop making a fuss here. Let's go back to the room!"

Just as Catherine and her daughter were about to leave, Mia called out to them.

"Wait!"

I looked at Mia in surprise, and I could tell from her sullen face that something bad was going to happen.

"You haven't apologized to me!"

"What are you talking about?" Catherine sneered. "Do you want my daughter to apologize to you?"

"Yes," Mia said with a hateful look in her eyes. "She hit me first. She should apologize to me!"

"You know what?" Catherine tore off her false mask and walked to Mia. She gave Mia a tight slap.

"She's right. You're a bitch!" Catherine's tone was cold. "You're a mongrel who grew up in the slums. You should go back to where you belong, not here!"

"If that's what you think, you're wrong." Mia, who had a red slap mark on her cheek, raised her head and glared viciously at Catherine.

"I'll let father know who is really valuable to him!"

The surroundings suddenly fell into silence, Catherine and Mia looked at each other for a few seconds. A wheelchair rattled from one corner of the house, followed by a series of claps of hands.

"What a nice show!" Iverson looked at them from his wheelchair. "If the media were to put that scene online, I believe that it would get more hits than any other show!"

"Iverson, I'd rather God turned you into a mute!" Catherine glared at the man in the wheelchair. "A useless person who only keeps his mouth just for eating and talking sarcastically."

"Do you want me to eat you, Catherine?" Iverson said in a mocking tone. "My d.ick still works. Do you want to try it?"

"Shame on you!" said Catherine, pale with anger, and hastening up the stairs with her daughter.

"You know which room I'm in, Catherine!" Iverson said loudly, turning to Catherine and Margaret from behind. "Waiting for you!"

I frowned at the man who had insulted his stepmother. Even though he was my brother-in-law, I didn't want to admit to having anything to do with him. Because he acts like a temperamental lunatic. I wonder if he even has some kind of mental illness.

"Your hand is bleeding!"

Iverson stared at Mia's bleeding wrist, then his eyes slowly moved up to her face. Iverson stared at Mia for a moment, just as he had when he first saw me.

He looked at her again with an uncertain gaze, and she only glanced at him casually.

"Mind your own business!" Mia said coldly.

"Mia. Don't talk like that," I said. "He's our father's child, too."

"So what?" Mia scoffed. "He's just watching the show!"

"You need to bandage your wound first," I told Mia. "I'll get the first aid kit."

"Dial number one on that phone to contact the housekeeper," Iverson kindly reminded me.

"So, you two are twins?" Iverson looked at Mia and me at the same time, as if he was looking for something in us.

"If you weren't blind, you'd know we look exactly alike!" Mia spoke in a hostile tone to Iverson.

Then I was too busy calling the housekeeper to notice what they were saying. When I hung up, I saw Iverson leaving the hall angrily.

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"I said he was a loser!" Mia glared at Iverson as he left.

Soon, a maid came with a first aid kit. She let Mia sit on the sofa and treated her wound. In the process, Mia remained aloof and did not thank the maid after she bandaged her wound.

"Mia, don't make trouble here!" I advised her. "You know very well that our deal with Mickle is just business."

"I know what I have to do." Mia stared at me. "Stop talking to me in the tone of a lesson!"

I looked at her helplessly. She had a secret in her eyes. She must be planning something.

"All right, ladies," Ian said as he came in from outside, "We're ready to shoot. Would you follow me into the study, please?"

Mia and I got up and followed Ian into a furnished room. We took our seats at Ian's behest. The difference was that we had two more people on the set. Iverson and Margaret.

During the filming, the three women who had just argued acted as if nothing had happened. The way they interact with each other on camera seems like they are a family. Iverson sits still in his wheelchair. He barely smiled when asked to cooperate.

The entire shoot ended only in the evening. Mickle was unquestionably the first to leave, closely followed by Catherine and her daughter. Iverson had vanished in the middle of the shot. He stated that he needed to rest. As a result, Ian had to dispatch someone to escort him back to his room.

Mia didn't ask Mickle to spend the night on the estate this time. She kept Catherine and Margaret's beating from Mickle. Perhaps she realized it was pointless.

Because Mickle didn't give a damn about her. Catherine and Margaret were Mickle's family. All he did was hug and grin at Margaret. His gaze swept across us.

I was ready to take a taxi home when Frade texted me. He said that he couldn't return for supper with me since he had too much work.

I told him that was alright, so I got an Uber and returned to the estate. A man's voice sounded from behind me as I opened the door.

"Wait for me!"

I turned around and saw that it was Iverson.