Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

Three days had passed so quickly after Aria fell from the top and broke her arm, but the tension lurking strongly around the walls of the mansion was so palpable.

Alex was the one who felt it most as he was closer to Dalton, especially by his usual behavior that had been back to being a cold constant again.

Dalton had ordered Alex to trash away the painting after Aria belittled his effort, but his heart couldn’t allow him to and he took it to the ML art gallery instead. Since then, the couple were back to their past way of lives again without any compromise. Even the maids felt the pressure.

The wife just remained indoors because of her arm which was still completely unhealed, while the husband worked more in every of his companies, made more investments and doubled his company stocks. They were totally not talking to one another, or interfering into each other’s business at all.

‘So, he finally shows his true colors. Now I can breathe well,’ Aria stood in front of the 60 inch mirror to adjust the black dress she had struggled to wear, as her eyes wandered around her body through the mirror reflection.

She looked totally unattractive with a sexy body, and a bandaged arm that wouldn’t even fit well into the dress sleeve.

Even if it was hard for her to change her clothes by herself and take her bath, Aria was stuck alone because the maids no longer came around on orders. No one brought breakfast, lunch or dinner to her room anymore, as she had to go downstairs to get them herself.

That didn’t even hurt at all or put her in a bad mood. After all, it was no big deal since the past was once like that.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Aria hated that her arm still had to be bandaged for so long. She hated that she would have to be stuck indoors because of her, and even unable to drive out too. She hated that nothing was going her way.

Nothing sucked than being helpless even when she was trying to stay strong, and that things seemed to be going wrong even when she had not started anything.

Slowly, Aria pulled her dress over her head and hurled it to the floor, as she turned to the direction of her dressing room and entered inside.

She squatted carefully beside one of the huge cupboards in the room, and brought out the bottles of whiskey and alcoholic drinks that she arranged in there. As she counted slowly on bringing them out to light, the last number stopped at nine as she sighed again and again.

Coupled with her aching arm that she had to hang all night for comfortability, raging headaches plagued her head all night, and nightmares that were so hard to escape from.

It was so hard on her that the only way to escape insomnia was taking a sip of alcohol, in the past to feel a bit better. But now, she couldn’t even control how she drank, and it was ruining her health.

Replacing four of the wines back to where they were placed before, Aria gathered the remaining ones left and got a bag to pack everything into it.

She put it in a corner in the room with the intention to discard them later, whenever she was ready to leave the room, maybe later in the evening. Either her bones healed up quickly or not, she knew she had to take Anna for her final tests before they set a surgery date.

With the private investigator she needed to set another date to see, and with Collin, she had promised days ago to meet up in two days’ time. Everything was clashing, and yet she was alone by herself, hurt and broken with toxic people around her.

It was at the moment that her mind darted to the ruckus that happened weeks ago, with the masked dancer and every truth she said about the Millers, that were termed slander by her.

She had not enough time to go through the person’s page for more details when she saw the news, before the page was finally closed down without any traces of it.

If anything so predictable with the few minutes she was able to go through his/her page, it was sure that a particular person certainly knew about the Millers, and everything that went on in the mansion.

To make it all so crazy, no one seemed to find out who they were even till the last moment, and surprisingly there were no more issues concerning that matter again. The person was so good and skilled.

Aria quickly picked her phone up from where it was charging, as she typed ‘Masked dancer girl’ on the internet, to see the results that would come out. The results she found were just mostly irrelevant things and different masked people, that wasn’t even connecting to the answers she wanted to see.

She further searched with so many keywords that occurred to her as a possibility, but it was so evident that everything concerning the posts were all gone. It kind of put frustration in her to why she had not seen the page, earlier before it caused an uproar to Dalton finding out about it.

The person would probably be able to give her information about the unknown events that she wanted to know, about the attacks that she had suffered in the past which almost led to her death. But once again, she was left in the dark night, of a cold and lonely day.

“You cannot keep sitting around like this. Get up and start doing something,” Aria encouraged herself again, as she stood up from the couch she was sitting on and walked out of her room.

Instead of being home all day while waiting for her arm to heal up by drugs, injections, and the cold compress idea by the doctor, she was going to make sure to exhaust every pack of ice from the refrigerator throughout the day.

She would put ice over her arm for thirty hours without stopping, and watch how things would turn out in those hours. She could not just be lax anymore.

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“We just got the information about Mr Collin Carson, sir,” Alex stretched forth the tablet at a reasonable distance to Dalton, so that he would not get angry again for reasons the poor assistant would not even know.

The atmosphere around the huge office space was so chilly and unaccommodating, with Dalton’s eyes so focused on the papers he was signing both manually and electronically.

He had been so busy in that manner for days nonstop, that Alex feared that his boss that seemed immortal might break down and fall ill for the first time, since he had started working with him.

Seeing the good and warm side of Dalton for a few days with Aria was so embracing, that he didn’t know that another storm which would be worse than before, would come again.

It was the second day after the auction that he remembered the assignment he was given, and he began to gather every information he could get about him which was harder than he thought.

He was the only son and child of his father that had spent so much time away from home, and decided to see to the affairs of the company that his father wanted him to manage in another country, when he finally yielded after running away from home for so long. Digging up on him was not so easy in a few days without Dalton’s help.

“And who is that?” Dalton’s voice asked so coldly and coarsely, that kind of put an atom of discouragement in Alex which was enough not to even stretch forth the tablet to him again.

“The man at the auction sir. Who also wanted the same painting that you bought,” Alex said, and immediately regretted that he had constructed his sentence in that manner.

He would have preferred for him to use ‘The other person that dueled with you at the auction’ without mentioning the word painting.

“He is the only son of Carson motors, foods, microchips and tech. He just came back to the country months ago, and works from his home as the new CEO of Carson six star hotel, which now bears CarScol as of last month,” Alex explained in rushed words when he saw that Dalton was about to dismiss him, hoping that he would instinctively get interested to know that, he was the son of one of the best businessmen in the country.

“And?” His rude voice further demanded.

“I think he might be connected to Mrs. Miller in some way,” Alex said slowly with his thighs trembling so much, for the unconfirmed truth that he has just told Dalton based on his own assumptions.

Dalton would surely feed him to dogs if he found out that he was lying, but he also wanted to try playing a game for the first time with Dalton, Aria and Collin in a triangle.

He would make sure not to ostracize things himself, but would probably start doing what Mark Miller had said to him, the first time they met as his grandson’s assistant.

“Do not make Dalton more inflexible than he is now. Seize chances to make him a better boss and family.”