“Im so sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry.” Celine pleaded. Emily scrunches her face with her fist firm on the steering. “Ugh… it is fine. I'm okay.” Emily stammered with her angry gaze fixed on the road.
Celine noticed outrage from Emily, and she frowns. She got confused about Emily's behavior and had no intention of ado so she won't awaken Emily's anger again.
“I've forgotten the name of the hospital your mother was admitted to. Silly me! Would you mind reminding me?” Emily uttered with a smile. Celine tilts her head, she was more confused than ever, and she chose to ignore Emily. She creased her eyes then she noticed Emily's phone in the back seat, she grabbed it trying to unlock it but ended up tapping a trending picture. Celine gasps, she slammed her eyes shut and opens them back, it wasn't a dream.
She could see a picture of her and Henry so close. They were captured when Celine was foolishly cleaning her spit off Henry's arm.
“Oh, my fucking gosh! This is the reason Erickson was so mad.” she placed her hands over her opened mouth.
Emily yanked her phone from Celine.
“What are you doing on my phone?” Emily's voice thundered scaring Celine. Celine understood she was still mourning Jones's death but the change in her character and mentality is alarming.
“I need to apologize to his family and clarify the misunderstanding. Please drive me to this address.” Celine ordered, showing her the address written on the card Henry gave her earlier. Emily searched for the address on Google map, she drove to the mansion without having any conversation with her.
Celine alights with a lifted chin. Emily was fully aware that the address was Helen's address, it was more like leading her best friend into a den, she drove off letting out a chuckle. Celine walked towards the door and the security men stopped her from getting in.
“Let her in.” A feminine voice ordered. Helen has seen the incoming visitor through the camera footage and she yearns to have a word or two with Celine.
Celine huffs a sigh, composing a nice statement to apologize to them.
Celine walks in with her head held high.
She got into a magnificent living room, Helen was seated on a golden cushioned chair glaring at Celine as she came in. Helen lived her married life being the boss and a full housewife. She had no other job than sending spies to her husband, Henry but no spy ever knew Henry's real secret about 'the men in black'. Helen believed she knows more about her husband but what would be her reaction when she finds out Henry's true identity?
Celine eyes scan the magnificent living room. “Wow,” she blurted out. The living room was adorned with golden furniture. The smallest piece of furniture there which was a golden dog not bigger than the tip of the finger costs over 500 million.
“Erickson is from this home yet he acts like a pauper,” Celine whispered to herself still admiring the living room alone.
“Have your seat,” Helen asked. Celine sat opposite Helen. Their eyes met and Celine moved her lips to start a meaningful conversation but ended up being interrupted.
“You look younger than I expected,” Helen said glaring at innocent Celine. Celine looks familiar to her but she can't figure out the person she resembles.
“It was a misinterpretation. I have nothing to do with that man old enough to be my father.” Celine explained.
“That's enough! I wanted to come to meet you but I convinced myself that there's probably nothing going on between you both.”
“Ah…what a relief!” Celine sighs.
“And you have to prove that nothing is going on between you and my husband. ”
“Prove? But why? How?”
“Proving your innocence can make me pull down that embarrassing photo and clear your name,” Helen assured.
“I would do anything for my reputation.”
“I want you to serve me” Helen commanded.
Celine looks away. Dissatisfaction plowed her brows as she glared at Helen.
“I came here to apologize for that misconception not to make a deal.” Celine stood up, she took a step to walk away but Helen stopped her.
“You must be shameless. Do you think I would buy those lies? The picture explains it all and nothing can convince me that you aren't a harlot except if you do as I asked. Keep it in mind, I uploaded that picture think about many more I would upload if you take another step away.” Helen threatened.
This day has been so harsh on Celine, she turned around with the thought of her mother's feelings when sees a picture of her and Henry together. Bianca would be heartbroken if she sees that and Celine might get disowned.
“Alright, how do I start? This house is as neat as a pin what do I need to clean up.” Celine questioned with a droopy shoulder.
Helen's eyes glimpse a champagne bottle on the ground, she didn't hesitate to throw it to the ground. The champagne glass broke into pieces and the champagne itself spilled on the white tiled floor.
“Clean this up, maid,” Helen ordered.
“She isn't a maid, she's Celine.” A lazy and unhappy voice let out followed by footsteps. Henry looked Helen in the eyes, he looked awkward. His suit was torn, his tie loose, and his white shirt was adorned with sand and blood.
It was obvious he ended up in a fight on his way home. The so-called, boss lady didn't notice her husband dressing.
“What do you mean? After giving your mistress our address, do you think she would go the same way she came, never!”Helen thundered.
“Please, I'm not ready for any drama. I only want to lay on my bed and she's now a part of the family.”
“I won't let you go until you answer my questions. Why didn't you sleep at home last night? Did you spend the night with this tiny thing?” Helen questioned, pulling his collar.
“I have no answers to your questions. Let me be please.” Henry ordered but Helen was so stubborn, he pushed her aside dragging his feet into his room.