The maid walks off to give us privacy. Josephine glances at me before turning her attention to the front again.
"Where's Luke?" she asks without even looking at me.
I could sit down as well, give her a warm welcome before having a nice chat, but my body refuses to do so.
Based on the story that Ms. Langston has told me, I don't have the urge to be friendly to her. Instead, I stay where I stand.
"He's currently not at home," I say, feeling the great pain in my chest again as I’m reminded that he's not here with me anymore.
Josephine sighs, placing the cup of tea back on the table. "Since I just got back from London, I figured that I could drop by to talk to him. I haven't been back for years. But it turns out I just wasted my time."
Did she pay a visit to congratulate us on our wedding? Definitely not.
I note the information, though. She's been living in London.
"Since you're here, you might want to pass him my words," Josephine says, still not looking at me. "Tell him to stay out of my new business. I didn't study for years in London for nothing. It's enough that he got me kicked out of my own parents' company with how he played in the business world. He’d already had a lot of fun threatening my parents, hadn't he?"
There's sarcasm in her tone.
I'm speechless. I might not know what actually happened, but it seems that Luke has threatened Josephine and her parents to stay out of his life if they don't want him to ruin their businesses.
Luke must have hated them so much, blaming them and his own parents for Victor's and Emily's deaths.
Josephine looks at me again, and my breath catches in my throat as I see her eyes are filled with so much hatred. "You must be very satisfied now, aren't you? Now that he's successful, you want to be with him?"
My jaw tightens. I'm about to snap at her when her next words cut me off.
"You don't look as innocent as the confused girl I saw seven years ago." She eyes me coldly. "But you're still the same girl. You're just trash. You never deserved him. What a gold digger."
If I weren't damn confused by her words, I would lash out at her. But I don't, because I don't understand what she said.
Innocent? Confused? Seven years ago?
"Did you think that you could just leave and barge back in, disturbing his life again as you wish?" she bites out. "Luke must be very blind."
My mouth drops open.
Disturbing his life? Again?
What on earth is she talking about?
Before I can open my mouth, someone's voice booms, startling me.
"What are you doing here?"
I snap my head. Ms. Langston stands in the corner of the room,her eyes wide, fixed on Josephine.
"How could you get in?" Ms. Langston yells. "Get out."
Josephine scoffs. "This house is indeed crazy. You're just a servant. Who do you think you are? You have no right to kick me out of this house."
Ms. Langston seethes. I've never seen her angry. No, she's more than angry now. She's livid.
"I am the housekeeper. I take care of this house, and you are the last person on this planet that Luke ever want to see step in here," she speaks with venom. "Security!" she calls, and shortly after that, the guards rush into the room.
Josephine abruptly stands up when the guards start to drag her out. She struggles to break free, but it's no use.
"Old hag," she spits in disgust at Ms. Langston, but Ms. Langston doesn't waver one bit. She glares at Josephine, watching as the guards get rid of her.
