“Rhiannon, are you telling me the truth?” her father asked in surprise.
“Yes,” Rhiannon responded as she felt there was no need to tell him many things.
She was also afraid that if she told them what she was going there to do, they would hide her mother’s belongings and she didn’t want that.
“Okay, Dad will instruct the servants to prepare your favorite meals for you so that you can eat when you return,” Mr Clark said happily.
‘Favorite food? You have never spent time with me yet you claim you will tell them to prepare my favorite food?’ she asked herself at the same time she felt disgusted by his words and hung up the call without saying anything.
Octavius who had been listening to the conversation and paying attention to her was confused when he saw how cold she had become and wisely didn’t ask any questions as he didn’t want to make her feel worse than that.
After driving in silence, they arrived at the estate where the Clarks lived.
They parked the car outside and another car stopped behind them.
Rhiannon looked at the car which was behind their car and frowned as she didn’t recognize the car.
“They are our guards. They always follow us in the dark. I have also selected a few who will be in charge of your security when you go outside or for work,” Octavius explained when he saw her frown.
Rhiannon nodded in understanding but she was still confused.
“You said that they protect us in dark, then why are they parking behind us?” she asked as she stared at her husband seriously.
“Well, you are planning on taking your things from here. I didn’t think that our vehicle would be enough to carry so many things. That’s why I instructed them to follow us with a pick-up,” he answered.
“Oh. Thank you,” she said as she appreciated his concern.
She face-slapped herself as she couldn’t believe that she was going to take her things away and didn’t arrange for transportation. As time passed and as the two spent a lot of time together, Rhiannon understood the benefits of having a man who loves you or wants to take care of you.
“Let’s go.”
Immediately she said that she got out of the car which had been opened by one of the bodyguards.
She walked towards the mansion entrance and rang the bell before she stared at it as she remembered her days with her mother.
“Good evening eldest miss,” the servant who opened the door greeted and Rhiannon nodded as a reply.
If it was the past Rhiannon, she would have greeted her first and happily. Although the servants had always looked down on her and didn’t treat her as the miss of the house, she still respected them and tried getting close to her as her mother had taught her to be kind from a young age.
But now, she didn’t see the need to try pleasing people whose opinions towards her would never change.
“I had informed Father that I would be coming. He should be waiting for me, right?” she asked when she saw that the servant had no intention of inviting her in.
“That … I …” The servant truly didn’t intend to let her in as she had been instructed not to let her in by Rhiannon’s stepmother.
“I am sorry miss but Mrs Adams has instructed me not to. She said that now you are married, you should be staying with your husband and shouldn’t come back here. This isn’t your home anymore,” the servant opted to tell the truth when she saw Octavius glare.
“Oh?” Rhiannon asked as she raised her eyebrows.
Although she came to take her things, she was mad at what the servant had said.
She didn’t say anything else to argue with the latter. For once, she felt grateful to her father. If her father hadn’t called her, she wouldn’t have informed her that she was going back to the mansion.
Now that he knows, she feels that things will be simpler than she expected.
She just picked out her phone and dialed her father’s number.
“Dad, I am at the door but the servant claims that she has been instructed not to let me in as I am not part of the family anymore,” she said causing the man on the other side to be angry.
“Rubbish! How can that be?” the man asked loudly then glanced at his wife who was pretending that she didn’t know what she had done.
“You better tell your servants to let Rhiannon in before I lose my control,” he said coldly causing the woman to flinch in fear.
She hurriedly stood up and walked towards the entrance.
Hearing her father’s words, Rhiannon hunged up the car and waited.
The servant’s face was pale. She wanted to apologize but every time she looked up and met Octavius' cold eyes, she forgot what she wanted to say and lowered her head.
“Let her in,” Mrs Clark said coldly as she neared the door.
She felt that Rhiannon wasn’t worthy to be welcomed by her at all thus she did that. She wanted Rhiannon to know her place and also feel bad.
Sadly, Rhiannon didn’t mind what she had done as she was already used to it.
The servant hurriedly opened the door when she heard her master’s words and let the couple in. She just wanted to escape and didn’t mind letting them in as she didn’t want to be under Octavius' cold eyes.
“Dad,” Rhiannon greeted her father with a nod seeming distant yet polite.
“Rhiannon, how have you been?” Mr Clark asked with a smile as he pretended not to see Rhiannon’s cold face.
“I have been fine till I heard the servant’s words. Dad, does Aunty think that this isn’t my home?” she asked coldly causing the man to frown.
He had changed the topic as he didn’t want to talk about what his wife had done but now that Rhiannon had questioned it, he knew that he had to do something. After all, Rhiannon wasn’t a nobody she was a week before. A mere mistake could lead to his position being taken away and he didn’t want to risk it.
“What? Did I say anything wrong? As a married woman, why are you coming back here you’re your husband? You should leave and go live with your in-laws,” Mrs Adams said causing Rhiannon to chuckle coldly.
“If I remember correctly, this mansion belongs to my mom. What right does a mistress have to chase me out of my mother’s house?” Rhiannon asked coldly.
“Aunty, you better not forget your place. Just because I have been tolerating you anymore doesn’t mean that I will let you do as you please and take what belongs to my mother! You took her husband and that’s enough. I will not let you touch a single thing that doesn’t belong to you,” she added.
Mr Clark was displeased with Rhiannon’s words. He felt that since Mrs Clark was his wife, he should protect her.
“Rhiannon, is this how you are talking to the one who brought you up? Although you don’t recognize her as your mother, you should always remember that you grew up under her care,” Mr Clark said coldly.