Chapter 1174


    Angelina tasked Eloise with tidying up the living room while she made her way to her son ric''s


    bedroom, intent on handling the aftermath herself. Pushing open the door, she was hit by a wave of


    intimacy that seemed to linger in the air.


    The room felt unusually warm and the humid air clung to her face, carrying a hint of something


    unspoken.


    The thought of her son spending the night with a woman like that stirred a fury within her, and she


    cursed Hertha under her breath countless times.


    Suppressing her annoyance, Angelina moved to the bed to change the sheets, but to her surprise, the


    sheets suggested someone had sat there, but there was no sign that anyone had actually slept in the


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    bed.


    Impossible, she thought. Could it have been Hertha who tidied up in the morning? But ric was the


    Knowing her son well, Angelina was certain that ric was the type to toss his nkets aside upon


    waking and never bothered to fold them. It seemed even less likely that he would have made the bed


    himself.


    As Angelina pondered the situation, her gaze drifted to the floor, where a sh of red caught the corner


    of her eye. She was about to look away when the color seized her attention, and she focused sharply


    on it.


    What she saw made her heart skip a beat. There, on the floor, was a stain of blood.


    Had ric and Hertha actually slept on the floor?


    Hertha, with her reputation as a yer, was still a virgin?


    Last night, ric had taken Hertha''s first time.


    Angelina was originally filled with contempt and disdain in her heart for promiscuous women like


    Hertha.


    Now that Angelina saw the smear of red on the ground, she was shocked and overwhelmed with


    disbelief instead.


    The sight of the red stain on the floorplicated her feelings towards Hertha. If she was as loose as


    rumored, how could she be a virgin?


    But if she was a decent girl, why would she say those things to Angelina, take two million dors, and


    leave without a second nce or any intention of clinging to ric?


    Modern girls were truly a puzzle.


    With a sigh, Angelina rolled up the cashmere rug, resolving to clean it herself.


    ...


    ric drove away from the Falconer residence, scanning the streets for any sign of Hertha. He dialed


    her number, and the phone rang for an eternity, but no one answered.


    A frown creased his brow, and his mood soured. Hertha had left without a word that morning. Was she


    really angry with him?


    But why? Surely, she owed him an exnation.


    When ric tried calling her again, he was met with an immediate rejection. Staring at his phone


    screen, he exhaled deeply and tossed the device onto the passenger seat.


    Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he pressed on the elerator, speeding up the car.


    Meanwhile, Hertha sat in the back of a taxi, the ringing of her phone breaking through the silence. She


    saw ric''s name shing on the screen and felt a tug at her heart, followed by a faint ache.


    "Miss, did you get your heart broken?" The driver in the front seat chimed in.


    The driver''s words from the front seat snapped her back to reality. She wiped away her tears with a


    defiant swipe of her hand and said in a hardened tone, "Heartbreak? What''s that? Love is a joke.


    Money is what matters."


    The driver probed further, "Then why the tears?"


    "I''m crying because I don''t have enough money. I''ve got to work hard and earn my own," Hertha said


    stubbornly, drying her tears and putting on a face of cold determination.