Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Chapter 11

in disgust. This soup must be drunk to deceive Paula. The housekeeper came over and said, “Mr. Wood, there is a package for you today, sent from abroad.” “Give it to me.” Shawn opened it and found that it was the medicine that William sent him, which happened to be a course of treatment. He glanced at the bowl of soup again, smiled sarcastically, and swallowed the pill expressionlessly. He had found Susan. He just had to cure his illness and get the divorce three months later…Everything was in Shawn’s control. Gale came out of the bathroom and clutched her stomach, still nauseous. What happened to her? Even if the seafood soup had been very fishy, ​​she would not have vomited so badly. The housekeeper suggested, “Mr. Wood, do you want to ask the family doctor to take a look at your wife?” “She won’t die!” Gale looked at the housekeeper gratefully and shook her head gently, not to anger Shawn for her. That night, Gale leaned against the wall and hugged her knees, and only fell asleep in a daze when it was almost dawn. Downstairs, the kitchen was busy, and the servants were cleaning. Susan came to Temperley Hall early. She was so excited that she could not sleep a wink. She put on layers of her best makeup to meet Shawn. “Where’s Mr. Wood?” Susan walked into the living room and asked loudly, “Why is no one welcoming me? Do you wish to keep your job?” The housekeeper looked at her and asked, “You are…” “You don’t even know me. Are you really blind? I’m the future Mrs. Wood!” The housekeeper replied, “Temperley Hall already has a mistress. Are you going to be another one?” Susan’s eyes widened. “What? Impossible! Mr. Wood himself said he wanted to marry me! If you don’t believe me, go ask him!” “Mr. Wood is still sleeping.” Susan immediately rushed upstairs. She had to seize the opportunity, and she would eradicate whoever got in her way! The housekeeper hurriedly chased after her, yelling, “Strangers are not allowed to go to the second floor!” Susan did not care. She stormed toward the master bedroom aggressively. Gale was woken up by the footsteps. When she opened his eyes, she saw Susan’s face before her. “It’s you?” Susan looked at her. “I just thought you looked familiar.” “Susan?” Gale also looked strange. She has met Susan several times in the mental hospital. The dean’s daughter was not well educated and liked fashion and beauty. She was the kind of person who likes to act rich but