Chapter 58 58

Chapter 58 58
Aspen 

DAY FORTY THREE 

Killian barely spent any more time again after we made up because he left. He got a call and then left. I watched as he walked away from the house and since then, he has not returned. He did send a text to me, saying that he was not going to come back early. 

I sighed after reading the text. He was always busy and running around. I went to bed quickly and I did not wake up early the next day. I was too exhausted and my body needed rest. “Good morning Rosa,” There was a smile on my face as I walked into the kitchen and saw Rosa there. 

“Hi, Aspen. Have your seat, breakfast will soon be ready.” I smiled and then took my seat, watching as Rosa moved chairs. She really did not have to keep coming to cook for me. I could take care of my meals myself. But she made Killian’s meals and Killian had a particular diet. His food was just as boring as him. Plain and bland. He was always eating vegetables. According to Kill, they were healthy. 

“What are you making?” I asked. 

“Scrambled eggs and toast. Do you want milk or juice?”

“I'll take milk.” I had breakfast and Rosa only stayed around for a while before she left. About an hour later, I got ready to get dressed so I could go see my mother. I just finished dressing up when I heard a commotion from downstairs. 

“Boss will not take it lightly if he finds out that you came here.” I heard Brooke's voice and I frowned. Ignoring the fact that my hair was wet, I headed straight downstairs. 

“Quiet. This is my son’s house and I have every right to come here. Where is she?” 

“You are not supposed to see Mrs Davenport, sir. Please come, I will escort you out.” Brooke’s voice was polite and I had just arrived downstairs when I saw Patrick, Killian’s father hit Brooke with his walking stick. 

“Do you not talk back to me!! Remember your place as a common servant.” He warned Brooke menacingly. 

“What are you doing? You can't just walk into my house and try to harm my guard. That is rude and will not be accepted.” I turned livid and at high alert. He actually came to this house without Killian knowing and Killian would not take it lightly. 

Patrick looked at me with a scoff, “Your house you say?” He gave me a mocking look. “You are a fucking gold digger and I will see to it that you never carry Killiam’s child. Mark my words.” Same Killian who was planning never to have children? Whenever we were having sex, I had noticed that he never cummed inside me and Killian also gave me the morning-after pills. He asked me to take them if I was comfortable doing so. I only took it once. 

“I think you should focus more on settling with Killian than being so invested in our relationship. Killian wants nothing to do with you, and now I know why. Can you leave my house?” I knew that was a very rude way to talk to my father-in-law. But he was not nice either. 

And I would not stand by and have him hitting Brooke with a stick and disrespecting him. 

“What did you say?” Patrick’s eyes blazed with fury. 

“I asked you to leave my house. I don't even know how you came in here, but I will not have you insulting Brooke.” I told him sternly and Patrick’s jaw worked. 

“You keep proving to me that you are a worthless gold digger and I know that there is a reason why my son married you. If you are wise, you will know that he's only using you to pass the time because you look like Flora!” My heart skipped a beat at his words. He knew flora. 

“Sir,” Brooke was quick to take a step forward. As if he wanted to stop Patrick from speaking further. 

“Flora would always be the woman that my son loves, not you. She is the one who owns his heart. Not you. He is only with you because you remind him of her. That's it! You are not important, girl, you are just a substitute.” His words hurt me so much and my heart ached because I knew that was likely true. 

I looked just like Killian's ex. He had called me by her name once. It was very possible that he was with me because I look like Flora. “It's none of your concern, leave. Killian is not home, call him if you want to see him.” I dismissed Patrick. 

“I did not come for Killian. I specifically came here to see you. So you can end this marriage. You do not belong in this family and you will never belong in this family. Do you even know the real background of your husband? How twisted is he? His fucking mental disorders? He can wake up one day and toss you away because you are and will never be Flora, the woman he truly loves!!” 

“If Killian does not kill you someday, the mafia to which he belongs will come for you. My son has a fucking lot of enemies and it's so sad that they can't get to him. They will try to get to someone else and that person is you. You are perfect and I will be honoured to sell you out.” 

“Are you done?” I sniffled. Rage burned in Patrick’s eyes.  He was not getting the reaction that he wanted. 

“Of course, I'm done with a gold digger like you. It's so suffocating to be in your presence. And I will warn you this last time, stay away from my son while you can. Or I will force you to. And you don't want me to do that.” He looked at me with scorn and then walked angrily out of the house. His walking stick served as his support.