The Charm of the Widow
Death Accident

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"Young Lady, sorry. There is bad news for me to tell you" said one of the maids in the luxurious mansion with a worried look on her face. The female servant lowered her head and did not dare to look at the young mistress.

"What's up, Bi? Say, don't make me curious!" pinta beautiful woman who was pregnant, the woman frowned deeply because of curiosity.

"Mo-car Young Master, Madam. Young Master's car had an accident, Madam. Currently, the young master's body was taken to the hospital." The female servant explained.

"Je-dada? I mean Auntie, what did Aunt Aleku mean, she ..." yet the young woman continued her sentence, a middle-aged woman with a violent face, muttering as she walked over.

"Yes, my son Alexander Thompson is dead and that must be because of you! You've brought bad luck into my son's life, Thalia!" Grace pointed to the beautiful face of the daughter-in-law whom she hated so much with a quivering index finger. Anger seems to be taking over Alexander's mother.

Thalia was about to run out to the hospital and confirm the truth of the news about the husband, but the step of the mother-in-law's leg quickly blocked her steps to make the pregnant woman stumble. Thalia fell to the floor, she let out a small scream. The beautiful woman grimaced with pain in the abdomen due to her own body. The servant aunt could only look at the young mistress with a look of pity, having absolutely no courage to help her.

"Take him and don't let him out of the room! I don't want the people who look up to my son, to see his innocent face!" Grace soon passes leaving Thalia still in pain on the cold marble floor, without the slightest care.

Alexander and Thalia's marriage was not sanctioned by Grace from the beginning, so her son-in-law was never introduced to the public. The extended family hid Alexander's marriage and did not want to recognize Thalia as part of the Thomson family. Alexander was the only person who loved his simple wife, in the lavish mention.

"Come, Young Madam, I'll help the Madam to the room." The maid, who had served in the Thomson family for decades, helped Thalia to get up and walk slowly to her spacious room.

Thalia was immediately laid on a large, beautifully carved bed. "Thank you, Bi. Go back before you get angry at Auntie," Thalia said understandingly.

After covering Thalia's body with a soft blanket to the stomach, the maidservant who was the same age as Grace then immediately left the master's son's luxurious room to continue his work again. Leaving Thalia lying on a soft bed alone, still feeling pain in her large abdomen. He rubbed his own stomach while hoping, hopefully, the fetus in there is fine.

In that luxurious mansion, it was indeed Grace who was in power. All are subject to the authoritarian and arbitrary rules of middle-aged women. Only Alexander dared to oppose the mother especially in choosing a wife and Thalia, the simple woman from the orphanage was chosen by Alexander, the first son of Grace and the late husband, Jack Thomson.

Grace had always treated Thalia unkindly, she only pretended to be kind if there was a son. No one dared to complain about the actions of the great mistress to Alexander. Thalia never complained to her husband.

'Who can I contact to ask the truth of the news?'

Thalia immediately shuffled. He grabbed the phone lying on top of the nightstand and then scrolled its phone screen up. Thalia searched for the name of someone who might be able to help her get information about her husband.

"Please. Yes, perhaps Assistant Lucas would like to give me information about Ale," Thalia muttered with a slight relief.

After finding her husband's personal assistant number, Thalia immediately called Lucas's number. The first call, the phone was not picked up by the assistant. Even until the third call, Lucas still did not pick up the phone from Thalia. This made the young woman panic.

'Oh my God, is this really the news that Aunt has given you? Why didn't Assistant Lucas pick up the phone from me?'

Thalia got up from the bed and then walked slowly towards the door. The woman whose stomach was bent was about to come out even though the mother-in-law had forbidden because she wanted to prove herself, the truth of the news about her husband's death. Thalia still did not believe the news, her little heart refused.

Just as Thalia was about to open the door, someone had opened the door of her room from outside. "Where are you going, you!" hardik is a young woman, Thalia's age, standing around her waist in the doorway.

"I'm going to the hospital, Jean. I need to see my husband's condition. Please let me out, Jean, "pinta Thalia with compassion because Jean, Alexander's younger brother, was blocking his steps.

"You don't have to go there because your presence is not needed at all! You better pack your things now that from this very second, you are no longer Brother Ale's wife!" Just at the same time, a female servant appears behind Jean while carrying a small suitcase.

Jean immediately stepped aside to give way to the waiter. The female servant immediately entered Thalia's room and smiled cynically at her young mistress. He passed his young master's wife just like that to the dressing room inside the luxurious room.

It didn't take long, the young maid in a special uniform had returned while dragging the suitcase and then tossed it right beside Thalia's feet. He smiled again, whispering. "Good way, Thalia. Go back to where you came from, on the streets!"

Thalia frowned, not understanding the words of the servant who usually served the needs of the husband. "What do you mean, Berta?"

"Drag him out, hurry up!" tell Jean to Berta, the young servant whose gaze is always cynical to Thalia. Jean did not even give any explanation to Thalia, why Alexander's wife was expelled from the luxurious mansion of her husband's family.

Berta smiled a grin, with no feeling the young servant immediately dragged Thalia's hand to take her out. One of Berta's hands dragged the suitcase, one of his hands firmly gripped Thalia's wrist until the woman who was pregnant was grimacing. Berta continued to walk quickly, overwhelming Alexander's wife to follow the waiter's long steps.

"Take me off, Berta! I can walk by myself!" Thalia revolted, but her strength was far inferior to Berta who was used to working hard.

Berta continued dragging Thalia, going room by room inside the mansion. All the eyes of the servant who was at work and saw the incident, could only look pity on the young mistress. No one dared to prevent Berta's violent actions because Jean followed the steps of the two of them from a distance with an intimidating look.

Including Maggie, the middle-aged maid who had informed Thalia of the fatal accident that befell Alexander Thompson. The senior servant was also unable to do anything to help Thalia. 'May God protect Lady Thalia wherever she is.'

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