When Damon left, he took out his phone and called Anya. After a couple of rings, no one answered.
He tried again, and still, she would not answer his phone. He became anxious. Just what happened when he was away?
He was planning to ask the secretary when Adam walked in from outside.
Adam just got back from sending Anya home. When he went inside, he immediately saw Damon.
"Damon!" He greeted.
Damon approached Adam.
"Did something happen? Where's Anya?" He asked as he tried to look behind Adam. Adam sighed as he responded.
"I sent her home."
Damon wrinkled his brows. "What? Why?"
"There was a commotion when you were away. She. Veronica Ambrosia made quite a show.." He trailed as he did not know how exactly he would tell Damon.
Damon already had a gist of what happened, and with darkened eyes, he squeezed more information from his friend.
"Tell me everything."
Adam felt a dangerous aura coming out of Damon, so he tried his best to explain.
"Veronica told them Anya's history of divorce and.. being an adulterer," Adam revealed.
Damon's expression turned very ugly. She pictured the awful scene. The sweet Anya was surrounded by vile people, feasting on her with venom in their eyes and words. He felt his heart clenched by the painful sight, and his anger rose.
"You see, she told it with a loud voice, enough for everyone to hear, and when your mother heard it, she.." Before Adam could continue, Damon had turned his back on him and rushed inside the mansion.
He marched angrily to where his mother was. He knew that woman would be with his mother, trying to fawn and curry favor. Well, not for long.
He asked a servant for his mother's location and was told his mother was in the break room and immediately headed there.
Amanda was trying to comfort Veronica inside the room. He felt pity for the poor woman. She was the one who was pushing the two for each other, but her hard-headed son just won't cooperate. She was offering a reasonable and appropriate lady; what is he dissatisfied with?
Amanda was mulling over these thoughts when she and Veronica were caught surprised.
Damon barged in and opened the door abruptly.
The two women jolted from their seats and turned to him, startled.
"Damon-"Amanda stood up; she saw his son's angry face and was surprised. "But Damon headed for Veronica.
"Ms. Ambrosia, I heard what you did earlier." His voice was not loud but calm. Yet it made it even scarier, with ice and acid in his voice.
"W, what? I-"Veronica stammered as she stood up as well.
"I never knew a woman could be so shameless doing things she's not supposed to do. Just who do you think you are? Do you already think you're the mistress of the Castellanos?" Damon sneered
Veronica paled as he saw Damon was furious. Amanda heard this and rebutted her son.
"Damon? What is this about? Why are you doing this-" But Damon cut his mother off.
"This woman went out of the line. You are testing my patience. Don't wait for me to throw you out, or worse, your whole family out of business," He said coldly, warning Veronica. What will happen will harm not only Veronica but the whole of Ambrosia.
She shouldn't test and try Damon's anger. He could do much worst whenever his family is aggrieved. He might just test that out to the Ambrosias.
"Damon!" Amanda reprimanded her son.
"I am the head of the Castellanos." Damon's loud and firm voice rang in the whole room. Not only Veronica caught her throat, but even Amanda.
Damon looked his mother in the eyes.
"I respect you. That is why I don't interfere with whatever you do. But if you don't respect me, I would impose my right as the head of this house. If you still want to see your son and grandson's face, stop associating with me to this woman." Damon said with a dark voice as he looked at Veronica from head to toe, with eyes full of disgust.
Amanda nervously swallowed as she realized her son was furious right now.
Damon gave them one last look before he left coldly, leaving two stunned figures who did not dare breathe for a moment.
Anya was in her bed, staring at the ringing phone beside her. She kept it ringing, not daring to answer.
She sighed and turned it off. She laid back in bed and pondered.
What was this man's intention? Did he invite her to spite his fiancé? Why would he do that?
Did he hold hostility towards him? But why? She does not know him; how could she offend him somehow?
But why would he give her a gift every day if that's the case?
Those gifts may seem meager, but it was all very thought out, from healthy foods to what she needed in the studio and everything she loved.
Someone who hates her won't have that kind of attentiveness.
But then, he already has a fiancé. What he is doing is unfaithful, and she does not support such things. She knew how awful and painful it felt to be cheated on, and she would not wish it to be handled by anyone.
That is why despite Veronica Ambrosia’s' harsh and insulting words, she also could not blame her for the part that her fiancé was giving other women attention.
Anya sighed and took her son's millet. It was time for her daily nighttime routine to stare at her son's remembrance.
Anya stared at the little thing in her hand and caressed it softly. She brought it to her lips and closed her eyes tightly.
It was these times when she felt very lonely.
Every day she would tire herself out, so she would just sleep and knock out when she arrived home.
But today, even though it was an exhausting day, she found it hard to sleep. She kept remembering the insults and harsh words she received and the man troubling her mind and thoughts.
Damon Castellano.
Just what do you want from me?