Chapter 83


    Elizabeth didn‘t think much about it and helped her with the food. “You‘re too weak. Here, have more


    nourishing food. I told the chef to prepare some nourishing soup. Have more of this.”


    Margaret lost her appetite at the sight of the soup. Right then, her phone rang. She shed Elizabeth a


    smile and went aside to answer the call.


    After Elizabeth went back to the kitchen to resume work, Margaret heaved a sigh of relief. The soup had


    a fishy smell, so she didn‘t like it at all. As she didn‘t want to upset Elizabeth, the only way out was to


    avoid drinking the soup.


    On the other end of the line, Jodie‘s dejected voice rang out. “Meg, can you keep mepany? I‘m in a


    bad mood now. I feel horrible.”


    Usually, Jodie would only mention the good things and hide the bad news from her. She must be in


    trouble to call me now to vent her frustrations. gued with worry, Margaret asked, “What happened,


    Jo?”


    After a brief silence, Jodie didn‘t reveal the reason. “I don‘t feel like saying it. Can you not ask questions?


    If you can‘t make it, never mind.”


    Margaret blurted out, “Where are you? I‘lle meet you now.”


    Jodie proceeded to rattle off her location. After hanging up, Margaret went upstairs to change her


    clothes. Before she could head out, Fredrick stopped her. “Mrs. Lewis, Mr. Lewis left orders that you


    can‘t leave the house before his return.”


    Biting her lip, Margaret stood still stubbornly. I‘m Christopher‘s wife, not someone who he keeps captive.


    I can go anywhere to meet anyone I like. That‘s my freedom. No one can interfere in my life!


    “Fredrick, I‘m going to meet a female friend. I‘ll try my best toe back early. You can choose not to


    inform Christopher. Even if he finds out, that‘s fine. I‘ll bear the consequences,” she begged.


    Fredrick had a change of mind. He had watched both Margaret and Christopher grow up. Sometimes,


    there was no need to be too strict. “Then try toe back as early as possible. Mr. Lewis might callter,


    and I can‘t exin to him if you aren‘t home.”


    Touched, Margaret uttered, “Thank you, Fredrick.”


    Fredrick had worked for the Lewis family for decades. He never went against Christopher‘s orders. Now


    that he was willing to help her, she could only offer her gratitude


    Upon arrival at Jodie‘s location, Margaret realized it was a bar. She despised such ces, for the loud


    music would make her feel uneasy. She couldn‘t even bring herself to look at the dancing bodies on the


    dance floor. Everything seemed too ostentatious to her.


    The bar was dimly lit, so Margaret couldn‘t see Jodie anywhere. She had to call Jodie to find out where


    thetter was. It took a few attempts before Jodie answered her call. “I‘m at booth twelve.”


    Clearly, Jodie was tipsy.


    Margaret immediately went over to the booth and saw Jodie drinking alone.


    Taking the bottle of liquor away, she demanded, “Jo, why are you drinking? If something happened, you


    can share it with me. Drinking too much alcohol regrly can damage your body and your brain!”


    A bleary–eyed Jodie curved her lips into a grin. “Oh, you sound like my dad. You don‘t look like a girl in


    her twenties. In fact, you act like my mom...”


    Margaret couldn‘t stand how foolish she looked. “Stop drinking. I‘ll give you a ride home.”


    Jodie promptly uncorked another bottle of alcohol. “No, let me drink. Life is tough. I‘m going to lose


    everything soon.”


    Lose everything? Margaret did not quite understand what she meant. “What do you mean by losing


    everything? Did you have a fight with Jack?”


    Jodie covered her mouth. “Oh, slip of the tongue! It‘s nothing. I‘m fine.”


    Despite Margaret‘s efforts, Jodie insisted on finishing the alcohol she ordered before stopping. By then,


    she was in a drunken stupor and couldn‘t stop mumbling incoherently.


    Left with no choice, Margaret had to carry Jodie on her back. It was past eleven at night, so she was


    obviously going to reach home past midnight.


    Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    “Meg, we found the person who stole our jewelry‘s raw material. He‘s dead, and the jewelry is gone. Our


    family is doomed. My dad is in the hospital, and we can‘t afford


    to repay our debts...”