Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Beverley stared at the stew she had been simmering since dawn, her frustration evident as Millie criticized it relentlessly. "That's pork trotter stew with added beans. It's good for the kids." "Good for the kids, but what about pregnant women, huh? Didn't you see the thick layer of grease floating on top? It makes me nauseous just looking at it. How am I supposed to drink that?" Beverley took a deep breath to calm herself. "So, what do you want?"

"How can you be so clueless? Do I really have to spell it out for you? Can't you just skim off the grease on top? I wonder how someone with your intelligence has managed to survive this long..." Millie's words were harsh and unforgiving.

Beverley had never been spoken to like this before and felt her temper flare. "Who are you calling clueless? Millie, don't push me!"

If Beverley paid closer attention, she would notice that Millie was simply repeating the insults Beverley had previously thrown at her. Yes, Millie was seeking revenge.

Pregnant and carrying a fortune within her, Millie knew she could leverage her child to negotiate a hefty sum from Beverley.

One million, at least, right?

With that much money, marrying into the prestigious Murray family seemed less significant.

After all, Murray had never shown her affection.

Since marrying into wealth was off the table, there was no need to curry favor with her future mother-in-law.

Time for revenge, then.

Millie retorted, "Are you trying to out-yell me? I only asked you to skim the grease, not perform miracles. If you're so unwilling, you can leave. I never asked you to stay."

"Just remember, if anything happens to my baby... don't come crying to me."

Beverley silently repeated mantras to calm down, eventually managing to steady her nerves.

She complied with Millie's request, spending a good half hour skimming the grease off the stew, only for Millie to barely touch it. Beverley was so frustrated, she nearly fainted... Meanwhile, the Sherwood family was in turmoil, but Roseanne's life was serene.

Mid-June, she visited Madeleine again.

The garden was easy to maintain, mostly requiring watering and weeding. Her main concern was checking on the professor's leg.

"You should've gone into medicine; you'd outshine the medical students with your quick learning and skill!"

After examining Madeleine's previously swollen leg and finding it much improved, Roseanne was relieved. "Alright, I'll take your suggestion seriously and consider it," Roseanne joked.

Madeleine chuckled. "I was kidding. Don't take it too seriously!"

Switching fields was a bold move, reminiscent of Owen Reynolds, transitioned from biology to

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"How about your latest medical report? Let me have a look."

Roseanne, though not sick herself, had become proficient in interpreting medical data due

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"Not bad. Some values are still a bit off, but most are back to normal. Seems like you've been taking good care of yourself."

Their housekeeper, Pauline, chimed

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in, "Right? Whenever Ms. Payne forgets her medication, Roseanne calls to remind her. She can't forget even if she wanted to."

Madeleine tried to save face, "Ahem! Pauline, please, let's keep some dignity here..."

Seeing Madeleine's embarrassed reaction, Roseanne couldn't help but laugh. "If it works, let's stick to the plan."

Trying to change the subject, Madeleine coughed lightly, "Oh, I've got someone I'd like you to meet." "Who?"

"Sullivan, come on out."