On a Tuesday morning, Anya was in her apartment, just getting ready to leave for work. When suddenly, her phone rang for a call. It was Marie.
"Hey," Anya greeted as she picked up her shoes to where they were with the phone still in her hand.
But what she heard first was a cough. Her eyebrows wrinkled as she listened more to the other line.
"Hey, are you busy?" Marie said in a hoarse voice. Anya already felt something was wrong.
"Are you sick? Where are you?" She asked worriedly. "Yeah, just a slight cold. I'm at the hospital right now-" When Anya heard this, she immediately stood up.
"What? Are you okay? I'll go there right now!" she hurriedly grabbed her bag and asked for the hospital's address. Marie answered and added.
"Don't be so worked up, babe. It's just a slight cold. I just want to request a favor to deliver my medical certificate to my company to get a formal leave."
Anya sighed as she heard her friend talking about work even though she was sick. Marie would be called a workaholic if Anya is dedicated to her work. She always put her career before herself, just like now.
Anya finally acquiesced and went straight to the hospital. She took the elevator to Marie's room when she arrived.
But sadly for her, it is the same hospital where George was admitted.
Amanda had just finished revisiting George, and Veronica was accompanying Amanda out.
It so happened that they were waiting for the elevator. And the moment it opened, the three of them faced each other.
Anya froze in her place. She badly wanted to talk to her lucky stars about why she always met these people.
Anya caught her breath and tried to ignore them. she did not want to talk to them or have anything to do with them.
But Veronica was not willing to let her go.
She immediately blocked Anya's way, folded her arms in front of her chest, and gave her a mean look.
"You know, at first, I thought you were just a bitch. But now I feel you are also a witch. It rhymes, right? Such a perfect description for a woman like you." Veronica said with acid in her voice.
Anya's face hardened, and she said in a firm voice. "Ms. Ambrosia, let me through,"
Veronica laughed with a fake shock on her face.
"Now you are ordering me now? Who do you think you are? You have the guts to fool and bewitch Damon, and now you are acting high and mighty?" She added in an insulting way.
"Get out of my way," Anya did not mind her words and only said coldly. Veronica stepped forward haughtily and answered.
"Make me."
Anya took a deep breath and took out her phone.
"Then I will call security. Do you plan to cause trouble here and be dragged and thrown out like a raging brute? If so, I can give you the pleasure." Anya retorted as she showed her phone and gave Veronica a mocking look.
Veronica did not expect Anya would counterattack so vigorously, so she flinched and took a step back.
But a stern voice rang behind them.
"Enough." Amanda reprimanded and went in front of the two women. This time she faced Anya properly. She looked at Anya from head to toe and sneered disapprovingly.
"You are such a rude and cheap woman. You are trying to latch and hook up with my son." She said harshly.
Anya looked at the middle-aged woman. So this was Damon's mother. The woman was dressed luxuriously and with a strict and aloof face. She wore an exquisite black velvet dress with a high-end bag hanging in her arms. She completely looked like a woman worthy of the Madame Castellano title.
"Ma'am, I have no plans like that towards your son. Never in my life have I used anyone to feed and fend me." Anya answered, looking into the woman's eye. Even though she felt a slight fear, she did not want to stain her name and self in front of the woman, who was also the mother of the man she respected.
When Amanda heard this, it left a bad taste in her mouth. Was those words a mock for women in their society, as they live off of their husband's richness? Ha, this woman was something.
"You are still denying it, now? Want to keep acting righteous and pure for my son? Dear, I have met so many kinds of women, and your likes are not uncommon. I can perfectly see through your schemes." Amanda refuted back with a harsh tone towards Anya. She disliked this type the most. Who acts all goody in front of men? It is sickening.
"Go ahead and try, but let me tell you first, I would never let someone like you enter my family. I will never let my son marry you. So go dream with your eyes open because it will never come true." Amanda smirked and looked at Anya condescendingly.
Anya saw and heard the woman's thoughts toward her, and she realized that no matter what she did and said, she would never change the woman's mind about her. So, in that case, there is no need to waste time.
"That's good, then. Because I have never had plans to marry your son, I don't want anything to do with him, so if you want to keep your son under your skirt, go tattle to him. I have no say in what he does nor in your family matters. I got your thoughts and if that is all, excuse me." Anya said in one huff. After that, she walked past the two women and walked straight without turning back.
Anya does not have plans to enter such a problematic and high family. She had already suffered from Andrei's family and never wanted to go through that again.
If they also plan to do so, she hoped they would go to Damon and not attack her.
Making sure they never marry? Well, that's good then, so she does not need to push and turn away from Damon.
Anya took a deep breath. That's good.
Anya arrived at Marie's room quite in a daze. When she entered, it was just that moment she finally woke up from her stupor as she saw her friend lying sick on the hospital bed.
"What happened? Why did you get sick?" Anya hurriedly asked as she placed a hand on Marie's forehead to feel her temperature. She still felt warm.
"Just caught a cold. What took you so long? You texted me you were already here 20 minutes ago." Marie asked as she studied her friend's weird expression when she entered the room.
Anya tried to hide it and brushed it off.
"Oh, nothing. I just met someone along the way." She answered calmly and put the food she brought along the way for her friend.
"Who?" Marie was not willing to back down. Anya heard this, and knowing Marie, she sighed and finally gave up.
“It was Damon’s fiancé and mother.” She answered.
"What?! What did they do to you?" Marie exclaimed slightly; seeing her friend getting worked up, she tried to appease her.
"Calm down, nothing much. Don't think about that; focus and recover." Anya retorted. Marie wrinkled her brows and stared intensely at her.
"I know you, Anya. Do you want me to go and watch the CCTV about something you can just say yourself?" Marie said and eyed Anya.
Anya remembered her legal department friend, and she sighed again.
"Fine! It's just the usual, anyway. They scolded and insulted me, that's all." Marie became angry and retorted.
"How could those people judge people and make their loose mouth lead?-"Marie was about to nag when Anya stopped her.
"It's fine, babe. They should look and see me deeply to convince Damon to stop paying me mind. I am thankful for and respect him, but I don't want those things to develop something more. I want these to end and won't have anything to do with them."
That's all I want. Peace. I don't wish to trouble, not now when I am just starting to build myself.