Caesar, who rarely bothered to reply to my calls, astonished me by liking and commenting right away: [Don’t worry, princess. Rest up, and there’ll be a little cake as a reward tomorrow!]
I liked his post in return, then promptly blocked and deleted him.
But just as I hit confirm, my phone buzzed with a call from Gaia’s number, only to be met by Caesar’s furious voice on the other end.
“Zelia, why did you block me? Do you really think I want to contact you?” His voice dripped with annoyance.
“Listen, there’s something important I need you to do right now. Head to the convenience store and grab a few packs of extra-long, 100% cotton sanitary pads. Then, swing by the pharmacy for some painkillers. You’ve got ten minutes to make it here!”
I let out a weary sigh.
Once I completed this final task, I’d be free from any debts to the Wallace family.
With that thought in mind, I rushed out the door.
After navigating through a few frustrating traffic lights, Caesar’s voice thundered in my ear once again. “Zelia, if you’re not here soon, you’re dead! Don’t even think about pulling any stunts!”
I took a breath and replied patiently, “I’m on my way. The red lights have been relentless. I’ll be there soon.”
His frustration bubbled over as he snapped, “That’s no excuse! You’re just trying to make Gaia suffer, aren’t you?”
Just then, Gaia’s delicate voice broke through, tinged with distress. “Mr. Wallace, it really hurts. If I die from the pain, would you forget about me?”
Immediately, Caesar’s tone shifted to one of concern. “Of course not, Gaia. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”
I felt a wave of disgust wash over me as memories flooded back—like the time I had stained the sheets during my period.
Caesar had wrinkled his nose in horror, barking at me to clean it up and sleep on the couch. “So disgusting! On days like this, don’t even think about coming into the room!”
He had no clue about sanitary pads or pain relief; his indifference was obvious.
His voice sliced through the air once more, sharp and impatient. “Zelia, if you’re not here in five minutes, you can get lost. I don’t need a woman who doesn’t obey!”
With the call ended, I muttered to myself, “I don’t need a repulsive, disgusting man either.”
Upon arriving at the villa and handing over the items, I was struck by the sight of Caesar, his attire in disarray. At the same time, Gaia wrapped herself shyly in a blanket.