Chapter 136 Mrs. Montagu's Invitation
Mary shot him a calm look and raised an eyebrow. "Are you done?"
Matthew sneered, got up, and stormed out.
The door slammed so hard that Mary realized she had been holding her breath. She exhaled slowly.
She was genuinely scared. What if Matthew had insisted on having sex with her?
She felt helpless, completely defenseless, just like last night. But she didn't want it this way.
Matthew's heart belonged to Laura, and she didn't want to be tangled up with him anymore. She just hoped to get through this month peacefully.
The next day, as Mary left work, someone with a smile stopped her. "Mrs. Mary Montagu, I'm the estate's steward. Mrs. Linda Montagu asked me to pick you up for dinner at the estate."
Linda? Mary was puzzled. "Why would Mrs. Montagu suddenly invite me?"
Mary wondered if Matthew knew about this.
The steward smiled. "Mr. Matthew Montagu hasn't been back for a long time. Mr. and Mrs. Montagu miss him a lot. They wanted to invite you back. Mr. Matthew Montagu is still busy, but he'll return once he's done. So please come with me for now."
Mary took out her phone. "One moment, please."
But the steward insisted. "Mrs. Mary Montagu, Mrs. Linda Montagu has invited you. Please don't refuse; don't make it difficult for me."
Mary felt pressured out of nowhere.
She couldn't afford to offend Matthew, let alone the Montagu family. So she nodded and got into the car with the steward.
As she sat in the car, she texted Matthew but received no immediate reply. She pursed her lips, feeling that the visit to the Montagu family estate was not a good sign.
Memories of her last experience with the Montagu family flashed before her eyes. They didn't like her; they favored Laura instead.
What could Linda's purpose in inviting her over this time be?
Mary felt uneasy as they arrived at the Montagu family estate. The grand and luxurious estate unfolded before her eyes, yet she had no interest in admiring the scenery.
Entering the villa, she saw several women in the living room.
Mary subconsciously turned back, only to realize that the steward had already left. She blinked in confusion.
"Hey, you, take my bag." A wealthy middle-aged woman glanced at Mary.
Mary paused. "I'm not a maid here."
Brenda Hughes had been invited for afternoon tea but was unexpectedly rejected by a maid. She slammed her coffee cup on the table, making a loud noise. "Where is the steward? How do you train your maids? How ignorant!"
However, the steward didn't show up, and Mary walked past Brenda towards a nearby sofa, ignoring her remarks.
"What a barbarian!" Brenda muttered unkindly.
Mary furrowed her brow and pursed her lips but remained silent.
Just then, a boy named Bishop Hughes ran over. He looked at Mary, raised his hand, holding a toy gun, and aimed it at Mary's eyes before pulling the trigger. "Fire!"
Startled, Mary quickly dodged and instinctively raised her hand to shield her face.
Unexpectedly, Bishop fell to the ground, crying.
Bishop's cries caught the attention of the women. Brenda, seeing her grandson Bishop cry, immediately stood up. "What's wrong?"
Bishop cried and pointed at Mary. "She pushed me, Grandma; she hit me!"
Mary stood up abruptly. "I didn't."
Brenda turned to Mary, her gaze becoming fiercer. She stood up and raised her hand to strike Mary.
