Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 193

Chapter 193: Chapter 193: He came to me
[Next Morning]

A heavy silence settled between the two women, their gazes locked in a tense standoff.

Agnes’s manicured fingers curled around the edges of her designer handbag, her knuckles turning white. At last, she broke the silence.

“I never thought you’d have the nerve to text me after ruining my life with your little stunt, Winter,” Agnes spat, leaning forward, her voice dripping with venom.

Winter remained composed, crossing her legs with a calm, almost regal poise. “Ruined your life? Or exposed the truth? There’s a difference.”

Agnes’s face twisted with fury. “Truth? That’s what you call it? You made me look like a cheat—a desperate sister who stole her sibling’s boyfriend. I’ve lost everything because of you!”

A faint, humorless smile tugged at Winter’s lips. “Lost everything? Or lost the illusion you so carefully built around yourself? Don’t play the victim, Agnes. Not when you went after Eric knowing exactly who he was to me.”

“I didn’t steal him! He—he came to me! And now you, desperate even after finding a man to warm your bed, are still trying to cling to your ex!”

Winter’s brow arched, but a dry, quiet laugh slipped from her lips. “Cling to him? Tell me, Agnes, why would I waste my time on a man who would so easily bed my so-called sister?”

“Watch your mouth, Winter,” Agnes warned, her voice sharp, her calm crumbling beneath Winter’s unflinching gaze.

“You know, I once thought you were at least as clever as your mother,” Winter continued, her tone almost pitying. “But you’re even more naive. Blind to the fact that you’re just a stepping stone for Eric.”

Agnes’s nostrils flared, and a bitter smile twisted her lips. “You’re just trying to turn me against him because you can’t stand that he chose me.”

“Choose you? Or used you?” Winter leaned forward, her voice lowering but each word landing like a strike. “You’re just a convenient pawn, Agnes. A ladder he’s climbing until he’s high enough to abandon you.”

“That’s a lie! Eric loves me. He would never leave me,” Agnes retorted, but her voice wavered, her bravado crumbling.

Winter’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. “If you truly believed that, you wouldn’t sound so desperate trying to convince yourself.”

Agnes’s face flushed red, her anger flaring, but beneath it was a hint of fear. Winter saw it and stood, adjusting her coat with an air of finality.

“Believe what you want, Agnes. But remember—illusions are always the first to shatter. And when they do, don’t come crawling to me.” Winter kept her tone firm, causing Agnes to burst even more.

She paused by her bag, pulling out a small bottle and holding it out to Agnes. “Anyways, I’m not here to preach to you. I just thought I’d return this. Eric happened to drop it when we bumped into each other outside a pharmacy.”

Agnes’s expression darkened, but her thoughts shifted to the photo Diana had sent her.

“So… You weren’t following him?” she muttered, almost to herself.

Winter’s brows arched, her lips curling into a faintly amused smile. “So you’ve got spies tailing Eric now? Impressive. But let me be clear—I have far better things to do than follow a man who is nothing more than a pile of garbage to me.”

Agnes blinked, still grappling with Winter’s words, but her expression hardened. “Then tell him to stop making those drunk calls to me, or I won’t hesitate to hand him over to the cops.”

Winter’s lips curved, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes. “Oh, trust me, that’s your problem now.” With that, she stood, turning on her heels, her confident stride leaving Agnes alone in the aftermath.

But as the echo of Winter’s heels faded, something gnawed at Agnes’s thoughts. Drunk calls. Her gaze shifted to the bottle Winter had handed her.

A realization struck her, and her pulse quickened, her fingers curling around the bottle as a sense of unease settled in her chest.

Quickly grabbing her belongings, Agnes hurried out of the restaurant, trailing behind Winter but maintaining a safe distance.

Her initial plan was to confront Winter and demand answers, but everything had flipped on its head. Now, Winter’s cryptic warning echoed in her mind, unsettling her.

“What’s in that bottle? And why did Eric go to the pharmacy?” Agnes’s thoughts raced, a gnawing anxiety twisting in her chest.

Desperation clung to her voice as she whispered, “I have to check on Eric. Something must be wrong with him.”

Blinded by her love for him, she clung to the belief that Eric was in trouble, that Winter had misunderstood.

But what she didn’t realize was that Eric wasn’t the victim—he was the threat. And his plans for the child growing within her were far more sinister than she could ever imagine.

Agnes wasted no time, her heart pounding with unease as she hurried to Greyson International. The towering glass building loomed above her, but all she could think of was Eric—his face, his voice, and the secrets lurking in the shadows of his words.

Bursting into his office, she found it empty. The sleek, organized space was eerily quiet, sunlight filtering through the blinds, casting sharp lines across the polished floor. A cold emptiness gnawed at her.

“Where is he?” Agnes whispered, her voice swallowed by the silence.

Desperation clawed at her chest. Spotting a passing staff member, she quickly approached. “Excuse me, do you know where Eric is?”

The young woman offered a polite smile. “He’s currently in a meeting, ma’am. Would you like me to inform him you’re here?”

“No… no, that’s fine. I’ll wait,” Agnes replied, forcing a smile, though her insides were a storm.

Left alone again, she paced the office, her eyes wandering aimlessly—until they landed on his desk. The neatly arranged files, the expensive pen set, and then… a small, familiar bottle tucked behind a stack of documents.

Her breath caught. It was the same bottle Winter had warned her about.

Heart pounding, Agnes stepped closer, her fingers trembling as she reached for it. The label was turned away, but as she carefully lifted it, her eyes widened.

“Prescription medication?” she murmured, but the name of the drug was unfamiliar. Was this the reason he went to the pharmacy?

A dark, nagging fear whispered in her mind. But before she could grasp anything further, a voice cut through the silence.

“What are you doing here, Agnes?”

Eric’s voice sliced through the silence like a blade, sharp and cold. Agnes’s heart lurched, and she spun around, her pulse racing. Her fingers instinctively curled around the small bottle, hiding it behind her back.

“E-Eric…” she stammered, forcing a nervous smile. “I… I was just waiting for you. They said you were in a meeting.”