Let Me Stay The Night

Warren Yackley gazed at the uninvited woman, his voice holding an edge of annoyance as he addressed Anya. “What’s your relationship with this woman, Anya?”

Aside from her name, all of Anya’s personal information given to the club was fabricated and cleverly designed to deceive Warren. It was only because of the information that he didn’t investigate her further.

The sudden appearance of her mother felt like an impending disaster.

“Mr. Yackley, I barely know her,” Anya explained while simultaneously trying to drag Macy out the door, rebuking her with an exasperated tone, “We have paid off all our debts to you. Why do you keep bothering me? Do you want me to report you to the police for extortion?”

Anya kept sending pointed glances at Macy, who was too enraged to catch them. It was inconceivable for her to comprehend that her daughter, whom she had devoted her life to raising, had willingly chosen a path of disgrace.

Up until then, Macy had been nurturing a hopeful dream of Anya marrying into a rich family and overcoming their dire straits. However, her daughter had ruthlessly shattered her last hope.

To appease the old man. Anya even refused to acknowledge her mother, treating her as an embarrassment.

Macy felt a piercing pain in her chest. She pushed Anya away and shouted, “I am her mother, not the greedy moneylender she claims me to be! You’re nearing the end of your life, but instead of enjoying your twilight years, you have the audacity to ruin my daughter’s bright future. I will fight you to the end!”

She seized a vase from the table and charged toward Warren.

Anya’s face turned ashen. She was too far away to stop her mother in time.

Even though Warren was physically fit, he was nonetheless older. Combined with his recent vigorous activities, he had not fully recovered his strength.

The reckless attack from Macy put Warren on high alert.

Clang!

With a loud crash, the vase flew past Warren’s ear and smashed against the wall behind him.

In a desperate attempt, Macy grabbed a fruit knife from a platter and aimed it at Warren’s heart. He narrowly dodged the strike by leaping onto the couch.

In the chaos, Anya could only think of stopping her frenzied mother. She impulsively grabbed a vase and struck Macy on the back of her head.

disbelief at her daughter before her eyes darkened, and

the ground. After several gasps of air, she found the courage to crawl toward Macy, her trembling hand checking for any signs

was still

utterly ruined by Macy. Now that the immediate danger

Who is this woman, then? Tell me everything. I loathe

away, she started taking random people as her daughter. Mr. Yackley, before I met you. her family saw that I was all alone. They tried to force me to marry her son. I refused and ran

told, everything else about Anya

was reluctant to further complicate a relationship that could not

be my mother, how can I possibly raise a hand against her, even when she intends to harm you?” Anya wept, tears

thought her words made sense and reached out to her, wiping her tears away with a tender hand.

believe you. But let it be the last time such an incident arises. As for the rest, you need not concern yourself with. I will

A

Macy was Anya’s mother. With what remained of her conscience, Anya carefully inquired, despite knowing that she was risking upsetting Warren, “Mr. Yackley, what do you plan to do with

chuckled coldly. “I will deal with her as I did with the woman who

noticed Warren’s eyebrows furrowing in displeasure. Hastily, she added, “Regardless of everything, this woman has helped me through my most difficult times, Mr. Yackley, didn’t the master say last time that you should perform more good deeds to boost your fortune? She’s seriously injured. Let this

thought. It isn’t worth ruining

For your sake, I will let her go.”

Mr. Yackley.”

of relief, Anya kissed

bellowing voice echoed in the room.

earth are you

their heads toward the door.

an instinctual reaction, Warren pushed Anya away, and gone was

cowardly as he stuttered, “D-Darling, why are you

had an air of nouveau riche to her, and Anya couldn’t help but wonder if she truly was Warren’s