Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: You do realize your silence is testing my patience
Beatrix gawked at Dianna, her surprise evident at the unexpected visit. But what truly caught her off guard was the reason Dianna gave.

“You really expect me to believe you miss me?” Beatrix asked, unconvinced by Dianna’s flimsy excuse. Yet the moment she noticed something unusual in her daughter’s demeanor, her tone shifted.

“I hope you haven’t done something reckless and now come here looking for help?” She asked, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Dianna had been unusually quiet since her arrival, barely saying a word. But the second Beatrix caught a whiff of her secret, the shift in Dianna’s expression gave everything away.

“Why do you always doubt me, Mom? It’s not like I can’t visit my parents—or have you forgotten you have children too?” Dianna snapped, frustration lacing her voice.

Beatrix furrowed her brows, clearly irritated. She set her teacup aside, leaning forward to study her daughter more closely.

“I know that because you’re not Rita—my child. Someone so easy to read can hardly keep a secret from her own mother,” Beatrix said firmly.

“Now tell me, what are you trying to run from? I know you only remember me when you’re in need of refuge.”

Dianna wouldn’t have left the Rosewood mansion under normal circumstances, but something felt off. The way everyone kept watching her—closely, intently—made her feel suffocated. It was as if they were silently confirming their suspicions about her.

She was also waiting for a call from Dorothy, who had warned her to stay low until the right moment arrived to strike back at Winter.

When Dianna had sought Dorothy’s help, she hadn’t told a soul—not even her sister or her mother, both of whom were just as involved in scheming against the Andreas family. She had kept this move secret, thinking it was best to act alone this time.

But now, with her mother already growing suspicious, Dianna feared it was only a matter of time before everything unraveled. Hiding anything from Beatrix had never been easy—and now it felt impossible.

“I’m not running, Mom. Please stop annoying me,” she snapped, unable to stand the piercing scrutiny in Beatrix’s eyes.

But little did Dianna know—Beatrix was already aware something was wrong. Rita had given her a glimpse, a subtle but telling hint, and now the mother’s instincts were sharper than ever.

“Are you somehow involved with the collision that happened at the Hillstone site?” Beatrix’s words hit Dianna like a slap, leaving her momentarily speechless.

“W-what is your problem?” Dianna stammered, trying to mask her panic with irritation.

But Beatrix saw through her. She watched the tension coil in Dianna’s posture, the slight twitch in her eye, the way her fingers trembled.

“So you did have something to do with it—and now you’re hiding in my house,” Beatrix snapped, her voice sharp enough to make Dianna flinch.

Beatrix had always known her daughters well. Both had inherited her sharp mind and manipulative edge. But Dianna, despite all her ambition, was careless when it came to covering her tracks. No matter how many warnings she’d received, she always made a mess of things.

“Tell me, Dianna, what have you done this time?” Beatrix demanded, stepping forward and grabbing her daughter’s arm. Her grip was firm, her eyes blazing with expectation.

Dianna shifted uncomfortably under her mother’s glare, the weight of exposure pressing down on her. Beatrix could practically feel her daughter’s fear, the desperation clinging to her like a second skin.

“Dianna, are you going to—”

Before she could finish, Dianna’s phone rang, slicing through the thick tension in the room like a knife. The confrontation halted, suspended in that brief moment of ringing silence.

Dianna stared at her mother cautiously before answering the call. The moment the voice on the other end spoke, the ground beneath her seemed to vanish.

***

Kalix, who was supposedly on leave, showed up at the office unannounced. The sudden return was already unsettling, but what truly shook Dianna was the way he stared at her across his office—cold, unreadable, deadly calm.

Inside the suffocating silence of his office, he finally spoke.

“How are you going to explain all of this, Dianna?” He asked, his deep voice heavy enough to crush the air in the room.

She swallowed hard, unable to maintain eye contact.

Dianna had always been meticulous, careful to cover her tracks. Every fabricated number, every doctored report—she had reviewed it twice. So how did Kalix find out?

That was the question eating her alive.

He stood there, unblinking, the papers in his hand evidence of her betrayal. And she had no idea how much he knew—or how long he had known.

However, Dianna—ever the sly one—tried to deny everything.

“K-Kalix, I’m sure someone is trying to trap me,” she stammered, forcing a nervous laugh. “How could I ever do something like this? Why would I betray you—when all I’ve ever done is think highly of the company and the man leading it?”

Her voice trembled just enough to sound convincing, but Kalix’s expression didn’t shift—not even slightly.

His eyes remained intense, sharp as a blade, not a flicker of emotion passing through them. The silence between them stretched, heavy and damning.

“You really think I’ll buy that?” He asked, his voice low and unreadable.

Dianna’s breath caught.

“Tell me, Dianna,” Kalix continued, taking a slow step toward her. “If someone’s trying to trap you… Then why are all the paper trails leading to your department? Why is your login the one attached to the unauthorized transfers?”

He tossed a folder onto the desk. It slid to a stop in front of her, pages slightly spilling out. Dianna’s heart pounded as she recognized her own signature—one she hadn’t meant to use in that report.

A calculated silence followed, daring her to try again.

Dianna found herself tongue-tied, her throat dry and her pulse pounding with nervousness.

She knew Kalix wasn’t the type to confront without doing his homework. If he was standing here now, it meant she was already his prey—and there was no escaping his radar of suspicion.

All she could see ahead was the inevitable: her downfall.

“You do realize your silence is testing my patience,” Kalix said, his tone cold and deliberate. “And if you don’t speak now, I’ll have no choice but to fire you from your position for manipulating the companies fund into personal gain and also ask the cops to interrogate you for having connections with Kingston.”

The finality in his voice made her knees weak and she felt like her soul left her body.