Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love novel Chapter 138

Mikayla was no goody two shoes herself. She had guessed what Natasha was harboring.

Perhaps Natasha banked on the fact that Mikayla would never expose her in public owing to her illness. That was a smart move.

If Mikayla wished to risk it and rat Natasha out, of course, she would need evidence. However, those people in the Ludwig family would surely rebuke her before she could reveal anything.

Natasha was already so sick, so as her sister-in-law, Mikayla figured she should never be seen pressing on the matter. Besides, Natasha had always sported a thoughtful, sensible image in the family. Mikayla, in contrast, had nothing to impress.

Keeping mum would only imply owning up to the things she never did and admitting to being a jealous sister-in-law; yet, asserting her view would mean being thoughtless about Natasha's illness, not to mention being accused of slandering in the end.

If it had taken Natasha a long time to plot all that, Mikayla could only applaud Natasha's effortless pretense. Not only that, but Natasha was even scheming as hell.

Natasha bawled her eyes out and fell asleep while Selena held Natasha's hand by the hospital bed.

Sometime later, Myla brought something over. The sight of Mikayla elicited a murderous intent in her eyes.

Even so, Mikayla understood for being deemed the culprit in causing the girl Myla watched grow up to land in the hospital.

Mikayla flashed Myla a faint smile, not caring about their prejudice toward her. If anything, she was amazed by Myla's loyalty.

After Conor checked on Natasha diligently, he gave the rest some pointers before letting them take her home.

Carlos took the wheel while Mikayla sat in the passenger seat; Garrett, Selena, and Natasha sat in the back.

Just the day before, they had been a harmonious family, but that very day when they sat in the same car, only silence accompanied them.

Selena, for one, kept showing Natasha's concern.

At 4 p.m., the black Ford reached the Ludwig mansion.

Natasha took the initiative to ask for a wheelchair from the help, appearing depressed. She might have not spoken much at times, but she at least had been cheerful. Obviously, she was fishing for sympathy with that act.

Carlos personally carried her into the wheelchair, but she deliberately stopped him. She pulled that to make Mikayla look worse before the family, further reinforcing Mikayla's misdeed.

Mikayla, though, was looking forward to seeing Natasha's plan unfold.

The moment Myla pushed Natasha away, the latter suddenly looked up and said to Mikayla, "Don't stay mad at me, Mikayla."

"Why would I? It wasn't me who did that, anyway," Mikayla responded calmly.

Natasha's expression changed. She beheld Mikayla and pondered, 'How's this woman always full of confidence?'

On that heels, tears welled up in Natasha's aggrieved eyes.

A subtle smile appeared on Mikayla's face as she cooed, "Hurry back to your room, Natasha. You're still weak, so rest up." In fact, she wanted to tell Natasha to stay in bed longer.

Mikayla then entered the mansion under the meaningful gazes of the crowd.

Moments after she got into Carlos' room, Carlos opened the door and walked inside.

"Why don't you go take care of your sis?" Mikayla was not throwing a tantrum. She only needed some time alone to think about her next step.

"Jealous much?" Carlos held her from behind and leaned his handsome face against her shoulder, but he did not exert any strength.

Nevertheless, then was not the time for her to be sentimental. More than anything, she was in need of a perfect opening to settle the issue.

On the spot, Mikayla thought of the camera outside the room. She remembered seeing a camera right outside Carlos' room when she came.

Making her way downstairs, she wanted to ask the housekeepers, only to be shunned by them. They all threw her contemptuous gazes.

Came one's remark. "They're just siblings being close. Why must she be jealous over that and drive Ms. Ludwig to the hospital?"

"Never judge a book by its cover. One may look all pretty on the outside, but inside, we'll never know—" chimed in another housekeeper.

"Stop talking! Get back to work!" A slightly senior housekeeper hindered the conversation.

Mikayla approached the senior housekeeper and asked, "Excuse me, where can I check the camera footage of this mansion?"

Never did she anticipate the elderly to spare her only a peek and the cold shoulder before exiting the living room to get busy.

The housekeepers in the living room exchanged gazes for a split moment and uniformly pointed to the entrance the mansion.

Mikayla smiled subtly and politely thanked them. She thought, 'Looks like this title of mine is still useful.'

With that, she headed for the entrance.