"Cyrille!" Nevaeh shouted angrily.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You're the one who betrayed me and got together with my sister. Now you come here asking for my help to harm your brother, and you still have the audacity to act like this!"
Cyrille was stunned.
He never expected Nevaeh to expose everything, and he nearly wet himself in fear. "Stop trying to pin this on me! You can't forget about me, can you? You want my forgiveness and to be with me again, but now you're trying to set me up and drive a wedge between my brother and me. Nevaeh, I never thought you were this kind of person."
Cassius's expression darkened.
If he didn't know Cyrille's true nature, he might have believed him.
A storm brewed in his eyes, but his voice remained calm. "Teach him a lesson. Break one of his arms."
He had clearly seen Cyrille grab Nevaeh's arm just moments ago.
If he didn't understand the meaning of respect, then he deserved to lose it.
"Bro, don't! If you do this, Dad will come after you... "
"What, am I supposed to be afraid of him?" Cassius snapped, his voice heavy with intensity.
Cyrille was so terrified he forgot to respond.
Nevaeh was brought home by Cassius.
Noticing his icy expression, Nevaeh felt it was necessary to explain. "My relationship with Cyrille isn't what you think it is."
"Come here!" Cassius commanded coldly.
Feeling the intensity of his anger, Nevaeh hesitated and cautiously asked, "What do you want?"
"Don't make me say it twice!" Cassius's tone grew sharper.
Nevaeh's heart tightened. She had never seen him this furious, and a sense of fear crept in. Instead of moving closer, she instinctively took a step back.
After a few days of being around him, Nevaeh felt both fear and unease toward Cassius.
She wanted to keep her distance, convinced that being near him brought an inexplicable danger.
Cassius noticed her retreating movement.
He maneuvered his wheelchair closer to her side and, before she could say anything, grabbed her arm tightly, demanding, "What were you two doing just now?"
His grip was strong, and Nevaeh winced in pain as she tried to pull away. But he only tightened his hold, showing no intention of letting go.
Nevaeh finally gave up struggling, her eyes filled with disappointment as she looked at him, tears of grievance glistening. "Cassius, I've already told you, there's nothing between Cyrille and me. He came to me wanting to use me against you, and I didn't agree!"
She would never harm someone just because of one person's words, especially not a scumbag like Cyrille.
Cassius narrowed his eyes, clearly seeing the trembling tears in her gaze, a mix of anger and fear that threatened to spill over.
Yet she didn't look away; instead, she stubbornly held his gaze.
Her expression struck a chord in him, and for a moment, he felt an urge to let go.
However, the thought of Cyrille having grabbed her arm sent a strange feeling coursing through him.
His grip tightened instead, lifting her up and placing her on his lap. The wheelchair turned, rolling toward the bathroom.
Nevaeh was suddenly lifted off the ground, startled by the swift movement.
Before she could process what was happening, she found herself sitting on Cassius's lap.
Panic surged through her, and she began to struggle. "Cassius, what are you doing? Put me down!"
The wheelchair came to a stop in the bathroom.
Cassius released his grip.
Nevaeh quickly jumped down.
"Strip!" came a commanding voice that brooked no argument.
Nevaeh's brows furrowed in disbelief. "W-What did you just say?"
"Cyrille touched you, so are you going to wash yourself, or do you want me to help you?"
Nevaeh took a step back, instinctively protecting her chest, her face crumbling as she looked at the man before her.
The pain in her arm grew worse, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.
Her voice trembled with anger as she coldly warned, "What will it take for you to believe me? There's nothing between Cyrille and me!"
"He grabbed your arm!" Cassius shot back, fury burning in his tone.
Silent tears streamed down Nevaeh's cheeks, leaving her helpless. "Cassius, what we have is just a partnership. You have no right to interrogate me, to restrict me, and you definitely can't accuse and humiliate me without reason!"
After saying that, she ignored his expression and turned to leave.
But Cassius wasn't going to let her escape.
In an instant, as she turned away, he yanked at her shirt.
Rip!
The cotton T-shirt tore apart, falling softly to the ground at her feet.
Even though it was the middle of summer, Nevaeh felt an overwhelming chill wrap around her, a mix of humiliation and anger.
"Cassius!"
Before she could fully express the rage boiling in her chest, the shower above suddenly turned on.
Ice-cold water poured down from head to toe, drenching her in a freezing embrace.
"Don't forget your current status!"
The water soaked her completely, but no matter how cold her body was, it couldn't compare to the storm in her heart.
In just a few short days, Nevaeh had been betrayed by her boyfriend, forced into an arranged marriage, and lost her grandmother.
Each event weighed heavily on her heart, like poison slowly eating away at her sanity.
She covered her face and cried silently.
This pain... this helplessness, was just like three years ago. Endless, with no answers.
After what felt like forever, she walked out of the bathroom, changed into clean clothes, and turned to leave the house.
Noticing her late departure, Hussein looked worried. "Madam, it's dark outside. Where are you going?"
Nevaeh shook her head. She didn't even know herself.
The world was so big, yet nowhere felt like home.
Knowing that the young master and mistress had quarreled, Hussein tried to comfort her patiently. "Madam, please don't be upset. The kitchen made some snacks. Just eat a little, it'll make you feel better."
Nevaeh turned to him, her face serious. "Hussein, please tell him I'll return the ten thousand dollars as soon as I can."
With that, she left without looking back.
Hussein delivered her message to Cassius.
Cassius's already dark face grew even gloomier.
Ten thousand dollars, was it worth her mentioning so casually? What did she mean by that?
"Why is she so eager to separate? Where is she? Tell her to come back and say it to my face."
"Madam just left," Hussein replied.
"She left?" Cassius asked in surprise. "Where did she go?"
"She seemed really upset," Hussein said. Seeing Cassius remain silent, he added, "Sir, there are some things I don't know if I should say."
"Then don't."
But knowing his master's temper, Hussein couldn't help pressing on. "Even though I haven't known her long, I can tell she's a kind person. She knew your situation and still chose to marry you. She's been tirelessly taking care of you. Not everyone could do that."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Cassius raised an eyebrow, irritation clear in his voice.
"Sir, why not give her a chance to truly become Mrs. Bennett? You might find she's the one who really suits you."
After Hussein left, Cassius fell into silence.
She took care of him without rest?
Did that mean she was the one who looked after him the night before he woke up?
But when he opened his eyes, it was Elizabeth he saw.
His frustration only grew, especially knowing that Nevaeh had left without a word. His mood sank even deeper.