Still Loving You Nonetheless

Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Hearing Josiah’s voice coming from behind her, Meredith turned around, facing him, and smiled slightly. “I guess you didn’t know that Ysabelle had an upset stomach since last night and with the burn injuries on her shoulder, I don’t think she’d be able to take care of Yena.

“Taking care of Yena has always been my responsibility. I’ll take over from today and perhaps Ysabelle could get some rest back at her home.” Meredith’s eyes were filled with gentleness and lovingness. But after spending some time with her, Josiah knew that Meredith must be scheming something evil whenever she had this kind of look on her face.

“Why did Ysabelle have an upset stomach?” Josiah asked, with a straight face. “I’m not sure, she didn’t say anything,” said Meredith, “but judging by the way she looks, she doesn’t look too good. Since you care about her so much, you should probably send her home as soon as possible.” “You did something to her, didn’t you?”

Josiah knew that Meredith graduated from medical school and she knew her way around different types of medications.

For the sake of kicking Ysabelle out of the Shelby residence, she was willing to spill hot soup all over Ysabelle and even add laxatives into her drinks?

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Meredith pretended as if she was confused.

“Meredith Leighton, you’re vicious, aren’t you?” Staring at her with a look of disdain on his face, Josiah seethed, “I can’t help but to think that it was really you who let those mice in Yena’s room.” “If you did believe that it was me who did it, you wouldn’t have made me stay here, would you?

Glancing at him, Meredith added, “Unless you have a change of heart, and your heart doesn’t belong to Yena anymore but belongs to Ysabelle.” Josiah was rendered speechless. Since when was Meredith so sharp-tongued?

“Oh, do you want to check on Ysabelle? I’m guessing that she could really use some of your comforts,” added Meredith.

“Meredith Leighton!” Josiah walked toward her, dragged her up from the chair, and stared right into her eyes as he seethed, “How is it that you don’t feel any guilt when Ysabelle has ended up injured because of you?”

“You didn’t feel guilty nor sorry when you forced me to the brink of death, did you?” Staring back at him, Meredith added, “My mom and my daughter are suffering because of you, and did you feel any guilt? No, you didn’t! Not a bit!” At the mention of her mother and her daughter, Meredith could not fight back her tears

anymore. With tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably, Meredith could not be bothered by the fact that Josiah had hated it whenever she cried.

Wiping away the tears with the back of her hand, she went on, “You didn’t see Ysabelle spilling hot soup over my hands because all you cared about was that I spilled hot soup over her! I was the one who didn’t have dinner, not Ysabelle! And you didn’t notice that either, did you? Why? Because all you know is to hate on me and you couldn’t even differentiate what’s right and what’s wrong anymore!”

Meredith then sat back down into the chair, continuing her massage for Yena. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

It was as if Yena would regain her consciousness faster if she massaged her more because Meredith desperately wanted to prove her innocence.

Looking at Meredith who was wiping away her tears while massaging Yena, and the blotch of redness on the back of her hands, Josiah felt something bubbling inside him.

Reaching out the phone from his pockets, he played the video that he had saved on his phone, and showed it to Meredith.

“Meredith Leighton, you can stop with the act! Because this is who you really are!” Staring at Meredith who was in the video, he did not know whether he was trying to convince himself or convince Meredith.

Meredith had always been that way and nothing she could do to change his opinion of her. And Josiah thought that it was only right that he was allowed to treat her however he pleased. With rage thrumming through her veins, Meredith pushed away his hand hard, flinging the phone away from his hand. “Live the rest of your life holding onto this video then!”

With a loud thump, the phone fell onto the floor, broken. Yet, the video was still playing on the screen.