Chapter 400
However, she was too stiff.
Samantha pushed herself from Xander, and the next thing the latter felt was another sharp pain on his cheeks. Samantha had slapped him once again.
Xander stumbled a few steps back from Samantha due to the impact. He stared at her with shock, trying to decipher the reason behind the slap. He’d thought she would give in to him since that was probably what she wanted.
“You must think you can change my mind with that kiss,” she said, shocking him. “Well, I’m sorry to tell you, but it’s not going to work.” Her eyes burned with defiance. “What I said stands. You have no right to dictate who I should or shouldn’t be with. If Benjamin and I hit it off, we might as well marry. I’m sick and tired of you.” Every word dripped with venom, leaving no room for doubt.
She glared at him harder than she’d ever glared at him before with such hostility he never thought he would see in her eyes ever directed towards him. It was like he’d hit a sensitive spot, and now she was abandoning him.
Without waiting to hear any more words he was going to spout, she excused herself and left the room.
Xander was standing in the room, trying to register everything that had just happened.
Indeed Samantha had always been by his side since Arabella died. When Bruce had signed him up for brutal military training to become stronger, she’d been there with a water bottle every time.
He’d tried chasing her away but she never listened to him. She’d been by his side through thick and thin, and after those words she’d said and left the room, he felt he’d lost a piece of himself.
Since the death of Arabella, he’d promised himself to never fall in love, and he’d been keeping on to that promise while hurting someone whom he held close to him.
Xander slammed on the ground as Samantha’s words continued to register in his mind.
Samantha was outside, her face wiped clean because she didn’t want Michelle to see her which would only result in mockery. She didn’t have the strength to deal with the latter, so she avoided the living room and went towards the balcony instead.
Only the guards were around, keeping the place safe and secure in case any of the girls tried to escape.
When she reached outside, she finally inhaled the fresh air. Never did she think there would come a day she would have such a heated argument with Xander like that.
She closed her eyes, anger surging through her body.
“He thinks I’m some kind of toy he can control however he wants to,” she said through gritted teeth, closing her mouth when she noticed that her tears were already starting to stream down her eyes. “Fuck him!!” She sobbed.
Although Samantha had promised herself to never love Xander again, his actions still hurt her deeply.
Tracie was standing outside Fiona’s hospital room, gently tapping on her jacket. She couldn’t go inside because Fiona’s younger sister was in there with her.
However, she was patiently waiting for someone.
When she finally saw Marcus trodding, searching for the room number, she sighed.
Fiona had insisted she meet with Marcus and try to talk things out with him if he was willing to listen. Tracie had wanted to stop her but reminded herself she wasn’t supposed to meddle. None of what was happening was none of her business after all.
When Marcus saw the number, his stride increased. He didn’t seem happy at all but neither was Tracie.
He glared at her, wondering who she could be and why she was there.
Tracie was wearing her usual dark jeans and black top with a black leather jacket. Her face was plain with no makeup. Since she was always appearing on social media with makeup, it would be difficult for him to recognize her.
Either way, Marcus ignored her and opened the doors.
Tracie rolled her eyeballs back as she followed along.
“What the hell are you doing in the hospital?” Marcus questioned, rage evident in his tone.
Fiona’s younger sister, Madeline, flinched when she heard his voice. When she recovered, she scowled at him.
“Is this how you speak to your wife when she’s in the hospital? Are you blind? Can’t you see she’s not well?!” she yelled, her voice sharp with anger and disbelief.
The room fell silent for a brief moment, the weight of her words settling in. Tracie watched her with growing admiration, a smirk tugging at her lips.
However, she frowned slightly when she heard she was not well.
’Didn’t Fiona tell her sister that Marcus beat her up?’ She wondered.
“I never permitted her to go to the hospital! I strictly ordered her to stay in the house p>
Madeline stared at Marcus in shock, unable to believe the man standing before her was her sister’s husband.
Then her gaze landed on Fiona.
“I called you in here so we could talk,” she said gently.
“The only thing I want to hear from your mouth is that you’re willing to listen to me and do whatever I tell you,” he declared, his voice firm and unyielding. “You’re getting discharged today and coming home with me this instant p>
Without hesitation, he strode toward her, ready to rip out every life support wire.
Before he could take three steps toward Fiona, a sharp kick landed between his legs. Pain exploded through his body, and in an instant, he collapsed to the ground, unable to withstand the agony.
He looked at the lady clad in black in shock.
“Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am p>
“And do you know who I am?” Tracie interrupted, her tone laced with amusement. She crossed her arms, tilting her head as she eyed him. “You know, for an empty barrel, you sure make a lot of noise. My ears are already hurting from all your nonsense. Can you be silent for just a second p>