Aron’s laughter abruptly stopped as he turned to face her, anger blazing in his eyes. "How dare you insult my wife?" he growled. "She’s a thousand—no, a million tis better than you! And who said i call you ugly? Huh? I didn’t call you ugly." His voice dripped with venom as he added, "You’re not ugly. You’re beyond ugly."
He paused just long enough to let his words sink in before continuing, "It’s not just about having a face. Sure, you’ve got one, but what you don’t have is any character. You’re just a—"
He cut himself off, but the insult hung in the air, the unfinished sentence ringing louder than words ever could.
"I am what? Huh?" Es challenged, her voice tight with barely restrained frustration. "Continue ! Why did you stop?" She shot back, daring Aron to finish his sentence.
Aron waved his hand dismissively, his tone exasperated. "Huh? Just forget it. I don’t want to waste my breath."
As the bickering between Es and Aron intensified, Ray, kai and Jay exchanged amused glances, subtle smiles playing on their lips. This was the first ti they had seen Es so animated, her emotions flaring for all to see. Even when she had been friendly with them, Es had never truly let her guard down—never laughed with the kind of freedom she was showing now.
Es and Aron noticed her husbands laughing, and Es, bewildered, shot them a questioning look. "What’s so funny?" she asked, but they refused to explain, their smiles only widening.
The truth was, in Es’s life, there had only ever been three people she used to laugh with—well, five, but two of them were lost to her now. Her mother and father. Not the present valhale couple, but the ones she had before the accident—the parents who were the source of her happiness. Her mother, always the reason behind her laughter, and her father, who could bring a smile to her face even in the toughest of tis. They had been the kind of family anyone would envy.
The third person was Helga, and then Aron, her childhood friends who could break through her walls of coldness and bring out the warmth buried deep within. And finally, the last person—soone Es had lost forever—her lover, the one she couldn’t have, and the one whose absence left a gaping wound in her heart.
Aside from these precious people, Es had never shown her true emotions to anyone. Yet here she was, caught in a heated exchange with Aron, her defenses down, with her husbands smiling as if they were witnessing a side of her they had longed to see but never expected.
Aron’s brothers stopped laughing and glanced at Es, a smile tugging at their lips. Initially, they hadn’t believed her when she explained the plan—making everyone think she had a mistress just to lure the elders out. It seed too ridiculous to work. How could anyone, especially the elders, fall for sothing so absurd?
But now, as they watched everything unfold, they were stunned. Who would have thought that these fools would actually live up to their expectations and fall right into the trap?
Soon, two days passed. The entire staff in the mansion had been replaced with trusted individuals, but the number of servants had dwindled to just ten. It felt sparse for a house of this size; previously, there had been fifteen, which now seed excessive. Aron took on the role of butler, managing his duties with diligence.
As Es and everyone sat down to eat, the tranquility was abruptly shattered when the door swung open with a bang. Aron’s brothers exchanged puzzled glances; ever since Es had married into the family, their door seed to attract chaos.
While they looked toward the entrance, Es calmly continued eating her olette, unfazed. Monts later, Helga walked in, a baby strapped to her back, her eyes scanning the mansion before she shouted, "Es, valhale!"
Aron’s brothers were taken aback, unsure of what to make of the sudden commotion. But Es simply reached for Ray’s hand, halting him. "Eat your food; it’ll get cold," she said nonchalantly.
Ray was bewildered. Here soone shouting her na with urgency, and yet Es remained completely at ease, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Helga, spotting Es from the stairs, rushed down with an expressionless face, almost robotic. The Aron brothers tensed up, ready to defend Es as she approached.
But then, unexpectedly, Helga reached Es and hugged her tightly, exclaiming, "You’re alive!" The room fell silent, everyone shocked by this sudden display of affection from soone usually so stoic.
Es felt a chill at the embrace. "Get away from ," she warned, her voice icy. "Or I’ll stab this fork into you."
Instead of letting go, Helga held on tighter, her eyes finally showing emotion. "You don’t understand," she said urgently. "I thought I lost you."
The Aron brothers exchanged confused glances. They had never seen this side of Es before. Normally irritated and angry with Aron, she now seed almost embarrassed, caught off guard by Helga’s affection. For a mont, it looked as if she actually enjoyed the hug, her tension easing despite her icy words. It was a surprising shift that left everyone in the room wondering what was really going on beneath Es’s usual facade.
"Let go," Es repeated, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice, leaving everyone wondering what would happen next.
"You bitch", A soft voice broke the tension, drawing everyone’s attention. They turned to see Aaron, dressed as the butler, arms crossed and glaring at Helga and Es with blazing eyes.
Helga, caught off guard, wore a startled expression but didn’t let go of Es. "What the hell are you doing here, huh? Licking the baby like this?"
Without missing a beat, Aaron rushed forward, separating them. "Are you crazy? I’m your husband, not her! Stay away!" Instead of directing his frustration at Helga, he playfully kicked Es.
Es, unfazed, continued quietly eating her olette as if this was just another day.
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