Chapter 3 YOU WII BE KICKED OUT SOON

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. Richard did not come back to our room last night. I had my bath and changed into a simple dress. I was about to apply makeup on my face when I heard loud noises coming from the hallway.

I quickly tied my hair into a bun and hurried out of the room. I looked at the maid. "What is going on here and what's the noise all about?"

The house looked like it had been turned upside down. Everything was in disarray. The white walls were covered with black markers. The sofa pillows were thrown across the room. The curtains were cut up with scissors. The flower vase had been broken. And to top it all, the ten million dollars Chinese antique had been broken.

Two other maids were chasing Ayesha around the house; they were practically pleading with her to stop destroying the house.

"Ayesha, stop! Don't touch that painting; it belongs to Mr. Richard," one of the maids yelled. But she was too late. The painting was already in pieces.

Ayesha stuck out her tongue at the maid. "Uncle Richard said this is my house now, and I can do whatever I want, and you are just a servant," she said, like the little tyrant.

Then she looked up and locked eyes with me. I just stood there watching her in silence. Her shoulders sank; I knew she was still scared of what I told her yesterday.

She was contemplating whether to carry on with her destruction or to stop.

"Go ahead. Play as much as you want and take your time too," I said. My expression remained calm.

"Really?" Ayesha asked, blinking.

I leaned, sat down on one of the sofas, with a faint smile, and glanced toward the antiques section in the house. "Sure, just don't touch the antiques section; they are my favorite." Lillian sat on one of the sofas, pretending not to hear a thing or know what was happening.

I don't know if Ayesha had come up with this mess on her own or Lillian had coached her. Either way, it's none of my concern. They can destroy the house as much as they want. I won't be here for long.

"Okay!" Ayesha shouted and ran off to continue her destruction.

The maids stopped chasing her after her. "Mrs. Gates, the house is already a mess. Mr. Richard won't like this," one of the maids said.

"It's fine," I said calmly. "She's just a child; don't stop her. And besides, she's the Gates' only granddaughter. As long as she's happy, that's all that matters. And her mother hasn't said a word, so we should respect her parenting style."

The maid nodded; she seemed to understand the hidden meaning behind my words.

"Mrs. Gates, you are too kind. You and Mr. Richard spoil her a lot."

I kept smiling at her words, but I didn't comment either. Instead, I told her to get me a very beautiful gift box from the storage room.

Immediately, she handed me the empty gift box. I returned to my room and locked the door. I placed the divorce papers Richard had signed inside the gift box. I covered it in such a way that it looked like a lovely surprise package.

Just as I dropped the box on my nightstand, a loud crash came from downstairs. I didn't flinch.

I looked at the package on the nightstand. "Perfectly done," I mumbled to myself.

Moments later, I heard a loud knock on the door.

The maid's frantic voice called out. "Mrs. Gates, please come downstairs. Ayesha has broken all the antiques."

I shot her an angry look. "The one on the shelf?"

The maid nodded. "Yes, madam."

I ran downstairs immediately. Ayesha saw me and lifted her chin smugly. I could see the look of triumph. "I did all that. What are you going to do?"

I turned to the maid. "Call the Gates mansion right now. It's time for them to see what has been happening in this house."

As soon as the words left my mouth, Ayesha charged at me with full force, knocking me straight to the ground. She had charged at me with more force than I had expected. I couldn't move my right leg.

Lillian rushed to me with fake concern. "Fiona! Oh my God, Fiona, are you okay?"

"You know Ayesha is spoiled; she's just being a child. I know she doesn't know how to be gentle sometimes, but she's just a kid. Please don't be angry with her. Look at her cute face; she's sorry."

The maid helped me up from the ground. As I stared at the broken antiques on the floor, I let out a cold laugh. "So you letting your child destroy other people's property because she's cute is your way of parenting?"

Lillian looked shocked; fake tears were welling in her eyes. "Do you really have to blame me? I just looked away for a moment."

I laughed again. "Look at all this damage, and it's not even noon yet. So tell me, will she destroy the whole house before noon? So how exactly have you been watching her?"

"Lillian!" Why do you have to be like this? Do you really hate me and my daughter that much? You really called the Gates Mansion over these stupid antiques that can be easily replaced?"

"Really? Stupid antiques?" I asked coolly. "Those stupid antiques are worth more than a billion dollars, and oh, it belongs to the Late patriarch of the Gates family."

As soon as I finished saying the words, the Gates family started driving into the compound one after the other.

"Woah, they arrived faster than I thought," I said coldly, looking at Lillian who was already panicking.

Her face stiffened as she heard the cars drive in. She glared at me. "You did this on purpose, right? You planned all of it."

I held my chest, pretending I was hurt by what she had just said. "Lillian, why are you accusing me wrongly? I was in my room just now preparing a gift for Richard. It's not nice to accuse people of what they don't know about," I said coldly.