Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 109

“What are you doing here?” Monica's voice rang out sharply, echoing off the cold, sterile walls. Her hands

tightened around the blanket covering her. “Mom? What is this woman doing here? Why did you let her in? |

thought-I told you not to allow her inside!”

Amalia hesitated, her eyes darting between her daughter and Izzy. “She’s-"

“Save the ,” Izzy interrupted coolly, brushing past her. She placed the bouquet of white lilies on the small

table beside Monica's bed and straightened it with calm precision. The sight of the flowers-the stype often

seen at funerals-did not go unnoticed by Monica. Izzy turned to face her, raising a brow. “Did you honestly think |

chere for you?” A bitter snort escaped her lips. “No. | cfor your dead child. At the end of the day, the

child is innocent.”

“You-How dare you!” Monica's voice trembled with fury as she sat up straighter. Her face twisted in rage, her

hands clenching the bedsheets. “Mom, take her out of this place! Now!”

Amalia winced at the outburst and approached cautiously. “Monica... can we at least calm down?” she urged

softly, glancing between the two women. “Izzy must be here to apologize-"

“Apologize?” Monica's eyes widened with incredulity as she glared at her mother. “She killed your grandchild,

Mom! She—"

“Can we just hear her out?” Amalia interrupted, desperation creeping into her voice. She placed a hand on

Monica’s arm, trying to calm her. She flashed Izzy a hopeful, expectant look as if waiting for her to soften.

Izzy, however, ignored the two as she sat down with a cold, unflinching stare. It didn’t take too long for Amalia to

move toward her eagerly. The woman wore a polite smile, already envisioning a hefty compensation to “fix

things.” She folded her hands and said, “Izzy, you're here, and that’s good. Maybe if you apologize properly,

Monica might forgive you. | raised a good daughter, you know-very forgiving.”

Izzy raised an eyebrow, leaned forward slightly, and said with a dry smirk, “Forgiving? Like when she forgave me

for stealing my boyfriend by sleeping with him behind my back? That was really sweet of her.”

Amalia’s expression soured instantly, her pleasant facade crumbling. “What's that supposed to mean?” she

asked sharply. “Didn't you chere to apologize after what you did to Monica's baby?”

Izzy leaned back, crossing her legs. She met Monica's glare with icy calm. “You and | both know the truth,

Monica,” she said, locking eyes with her. “So why are we playing this little act? It's just us here.”

Monica's face twisted in anger. Clearly unsettled, Amalia stepped between them. “What truth are you talking

about?” she asked.

Izzy gave a humorless chuckle, her gaze not wavering. “Ask your perfect daughter.” She glanced back at Monica.

“Oh, wait- you already know everything, don’t you?”

Amalia fumbled for words while Monica's face turned red with rage. The tension thickened as Izzy casually picked

at the sleeve of her coat. She wasn’t here to offer peace. She was here to make sure the truth was simmering

right under the surface, ready to explode.

Amalia’s face twitched at Izzy’s words, but she quickly masked her irritation with a forced smile. She couldn't

afford to lose control, not now. Inside, her mind was already full of the things that she’s going to do. If Izzy

apologized, surely that could lead to sform of compensation. Perhaps a large enough amount to clear those

debts she and her man had accumulated. Creditors had been breathing down her neck for months. The

mortgage, the unpaid loans-it was a mountain of problems threatening to bury her alive.

This girl has money. So much money, Amalia thought. If | can just get her to feel guilty enough...

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“Izzy,” Amalia began again, softening her voice. “I know things have been tense. You were under stress, and

accidents happen. We understand. What matters is the family coming together. Let's not make things worse. If

you apologize, we can move forward.”

Izzy gave her a long, steady look. “Ah, yes, ‘family’ Funny word, isn’t it? Only seems to cup when someone

wants something.”

Amalia flinched at the sharpness in 1zzy’s words but forced a chuckle. “Don’t be like that. We all just want peace.

| raised Monica to value family-"

“The daughter you raised climbed into my boyfriend's bed, Amalia.” Izzy cut her off, her voice as cold as ice.

“Let’s not pretend we're living in sfairytale where everyone's innocent.”

Amalia’s polite expression cracked, her thoughts turning bitter. Insolent girl! Does she think bringing up the past

will help her now? Yet, she forced herself to smile. She still had to play the long game. Maybe Izzy would lose her

composure, and offer money to make it all go away. The debts. The creditors. Everything could have been solved

if Izzy had just given in.

“Then if you didn’t chere to apologize, what did you chere for?” Monica said after a few minutes of

silence. Just like her mother, she had been thinking about the compensation that Izzy would offer to ease her

pain. Money isn’t really a problem when it comes to Izzy. A few million should be fine, right?

“lI am here to see you, of course,” Izzy said. “To see if you felt something after deliberately killing your own child.

| mean.... that is a heartless thing to do, isn’t it? Last night... | wasn’t able to sleep thinking what would you look

like after doing what you did. Would | see remorse? A little bit of fear, maybe?”

“You-" Monica's face reddened.

“Izzy, how could you say something like that?” Amalia’s eyes widened. “You-you didn’t actually think that Monica

would...” She tically shook her head. “If you are not here to apologize, then are you here to accuse my

daughter of killing my grandson?”

“Am | wrong, my dearest cousin?” Izzy asked. “Both of us know what happened in that cafe.”

“You pushed me!” Monica hissed, tears already brimming in her eyes. “That's what happened. Mom... call the

police.”

“Are you sure about that?” Izzy taunted, a smile appearing on her face. “I mean... that place had no CCTV, but...

are you sure no one was able to record what happened?”

“What?”

“If you are sure, then... | guess | am wasting my there.” Izzy got up. “My lawyers will be waiting for your

case.”

“What?” Amalia gasped, stepping in front of Izzy to block her path. Her hands trembled slightly as she raised

them in a gesture of appeal. “What are you saying? How could we-how could we possibly file a case against you?

We're family, aren't we? Family doesn’t do that.” She forced a brittle smile. “Can’t you just sit down and

apologize to Monica? Then everything will be-"

“There's no need for that,” a voice cut through the tense atmosphere, halting Amalia mid-sentence.

All heads turned toward the doorway as a figure slowly stepped into the room.