His Maid Wife

is refusing to grant us the land," replied Alex. Evan stared at him incredulously and asked, "Why? We already signed the agreement." "Director, our rivals, the Patterson, ha

is chair, Evan rested his head on the headstand, closing his eyes. Today had been the worst day for him, with the land i

woman?" his mother shouted at his father. "Jane, don't speak ill of her. I never loved you. I married you because my father forced me to. I have always loved Camilla," his father confessed, his hand intertwined with Camilla's. Evan's father then glanced at Mrs. Jane and declared, "They are my family, they need me." Gathering his belongings, he walked towards the main gate where Evan stood, silently overhearing their argument. Evan approached his father, ttookhold of his hand, and pleaded, "They are not your family, Dad. We are your

and took a deep breath, gazing up at the

Evan glanced at his father and let out a chuckle. "Hello, Mr. Davis Cooper. How did you manage to find your way into my house? I distinctly remember not inviting you." Evan laughed and continued, "Perhaps you have a habit of invading someone's home without an invitation." Shocked by Evan's audacity, Grandma exclaimed, "How dare you speak to your father that way!" Evan, undeterred, replied, "Never mind, Mother. I understand that you're upset with me. But this house doesn't solely belong t

her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the street, but I can't marry a maid, can I?" A stunned silence enveloped the room as everyone processed Evan's words, their gazes shifting between Evan and Mr. Davis. Suddenly, a loud crashing sound shattered the stillness, drawing everyone's attention to Cassie, who was standing amidst broken glassware. "What are you saying, Evan?" Cassie inquired, her voice trembling. Aaron, who had accompanied Cassie, approached her and asked, "What are you doing here?" Evan directed aa glare at Cassie and retorted, "Why don't you tell her? It was your mother who invited her for dinner." Cassie tightly held Evan's hand and implored, "What do you mean by 'you