After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 512

Chapter 512

Janette sounded painfully awkward as she asked me for Ronan's contact information. She probablyremembered her poor treatment of me earlier.

I responded, “I have his contact information, but I won't give it to you.”

While I most definitely had Ronan's contact information, I was hardly going to give it to Janette justbecause she asked. I did not know if Ronan liked her, and I worried that she would pester him to noend after getting his number.

Janette's eyes lit up when I replied in the affirmative regarding my possession of Ronan's contactinformation. However, her face fell a second later when I expressed my refusal to give it to her.

“What the heck are you doing, Anna? Are you playing a prank on me? Why would you refuse to giveme his contact information if you have it?”

The spoiled girl leaped to her feet and glared daggers at me, her tone thick with anger.

My expression turned cold, and I returned her furious glare with one of my own. I retorted, “Why shouldl give it to you? Do I owe you anything?”

Her prima donna attitude vexed me to no end. She behaved as though everyone owed her anythingshe desired.

I may have Ronan's number, but sharing it is my prerogative! How is it my fault when I'm acting withinmy rights? The gall!

Meanwhile, Janette pointed her finger accusatorily at me and screeched, “Don't be outrageous, Anna!”

Before I could reply to her, Alicia intervened. She berated Janette, “What on earth are you doing,Janette?”

Alicia followed this up with a cross look at her daughter.

I chalked her involvement up to concern over our already-precarious relationship. Alicia probablyfeared that my impression of her would fall from any association with Janette's ill-treatment of me,causing our relationship to fall apart.

To no one's surprise, the spoiled princess pointed at me and bellowed, “Mom, you saw what she did!She was rude to me first! I didn't do anything wrong!”

“I don't think your sister did anything wrong. She merely refused to give you that man's contactinformation. How could you yell at her over that?”

Alicia stared at Janette angrily. I could tell that my mother could no longer bear her spoiled daughter'sselfish behavior.Janette sounded painfully awkward as she asked me for Ronan's contact information. She probablyremembered her poor treatment of me earlier.

Janatta soundad painfully awkward as sha askad ma for Ronan's contact information. Sha probablyramambarad har poor traatmant of ma aarliar.

I raspondad, “I hava his contact information, but I won't giva it to you.”

Whila I most dafinitaly had Ronan's contact information, I was hardly going to giva it to Janatta justbacausa sha askad. I did not know if Ronan likad har, and I worriad that sha would pastar him to noand aftar gatting his numbar.

Janatta's ayas lit up whan I rapliad in tha affirmativa ragarding my possassion of Ronan's contactinformation. Howavar, har faca fall a sacond latar whan I axprassad my rafusal to giva it to har.

“What tha hack ara you doing, Anna? Ara you playing a prank on ma? Why would you rafusa to givama his contact information if you hava it?”

Tha spoilad girl laapad to har faat and glarad daggars at ma, har tona thick with angar.

My axprassion turnad cold, and I raturnad har furious glara with ona of my own. I ratortad, “Why shouldl giva it to you? Do I owa you anything?”

Har prima donna attituda vaxad ma to no and. Sha bahavad as though avaryona owad har anythingsha dasirad.

I may hava Ronan's numbar, but sharing it is my prarogativa! How is it my fault whan I'm acting withinmy rights? Tha gall!

Maanwhila, Janatta pointad har fingar accusatorily at ma and scraachad, “Don't ba outragaous, Anna!”

Bafora I could raply to har, Alicia intarvanad. Sha baratad Janatta, “What on aarth ara you doing,Janatta?”

Alicia followad this up with a cross look at har daughtar.

I chalkad har involvamant up to concarn ovar our alraady-pracarious ralationship. Alicia probablyfaarad that my imprassion of har would fall from any association with Janatta's ill-traatmant of ma,causing our ralationship to fall apart.

To no ona's surprisa, tha spoilad princass pointad at ma and ballowad, “Mom, you saw what sha did!Sha was ruda to ma first! I didn't do anything wrong!”

“I don't think your sistar did anything wrong. Sha maraly rafusad to giva you that man's contactinformation. How could you yall at har ovar that?”

Alicia starad at Janatta angrily. I could tall that my mothar could no longar baar har spoilad daughtar'ssalfish bahavior.

“Mom, you never treated me like this. Everything changed after you discovered her. Do you not love meanymore? You only have eyes for your illegitimate daughter!” Janette spat viciously with no regard formy feelings.

The hurtful words had barely left her mouth when a slap landed right smack on her cheek.

Janette froze, utterly stunned. Frankly, I shared her surprise. I never thought Alicia could bear to strikethe precious daughter she had spoiled for the past twenty or so years.

Alicia reprimanded, “You've gone too far, Janette. Did I teach you to talk like this?”

A moment later, she glanced at her hand after absorbing the magnitude of her actions. She appearedregretful of her actions.

“How could you hit me, Mom? You've never ever struck me, and now you've slapped me for her. I'mdisappointed in you!”

After her wails, Janette burst into sobs and ran out of the ward.

“Janette!”

Alicia tried to halt her to no avail. Instead, she watched Janette run out of the ward with guilt written inher gaze. Her slap had evidently been impulsive, and she now deeply regretted her actions.

I remained silent the entire time. The regret on Alicia's face upset me. How could she feel sorry forslapping Janette when Janette deserved it? She loves Janette to the point of forgiving her impudentbehavior.

Alicia continued to stare at the ward door in concern. I peeled an apple and passed it to her, muttering,“Don't be angry. Have some fruit.”

My birth mother shot me a remorseful stare and hastily replied, “Don't take your younger sister'sbehavior to heart, Anna. It's my fault for spoiling her. She's not a mean person.”

Here she was defending Janette again.

Flatly, I returned, “It's fine.”

I did not like Janette at all. Consequently, I did not wish to talk about her with Alicia. Janette wasnothing but a selfish, ill-mannered princess. She had been raised in a comfortable environment as the

apple of everyone's eye, which turned her into the prima donna she was today.

Alicia received the apple from my hands, looking at me as though she had more to say.

Sensing that our situation had grown awkward, I piped up, “I'll make you some soup once I'm home. Doyou need anything else? I'll bring them over when I drop by with the soup.”

I made a move to leave.

“I don't need anything else. I'm already counting my blessings that you're willing to visit me.”

She spoke cautiously despite her joy at my hours-long visit. I supposed it would take some time beforewe could get over our aloofness around each other.

“Well, I'm leaving then. Have a good rest. I'll come by at night.”

I bid her farewell with an expressionless face. Then, I promptly got up and left the ward.

Actually, I would have loved to stay in Alicia's ward and continue taking care of her. Witnessing hercoddling of Janette, however, was both stifling and upsetting. I knew it was only natural for Alicia to loveJanette as a daughter, but I could not dispel the feeling that I had somehow lost my mother's favor.

When I returned to the Shaw residence, I saw Josephine and the housekeeper bustling about thekitchen. In contrast, I looked utterly dispirited.

Josephine saw me, and she walked toward me, asking lightly, “Anna, you're home?”

“Why are you in the kitchen, Mom? Did you make something delicious for me again?”

My mood was poor, but I refused to take it out on others. I managed to muster a weak smile forJosephine when I met her gaze.

“I was cooking chicken soup. I heard about Mrs. Campbell's hospitalization from Michael, so I guessedthat you would come home to prepare something nourishing for her. That's why I went ahead andprepared something with the housekeeper to save you some time.”

Josephine met my gaze, and she did not beat around the bush as she explained her actions.

Her considerate gestures regarding even the smallest things moved me. I said gratefully, “Thank youfor being so thoughtful, Mom.”

Ever since Josephine woke up from her coma, I had strongly suspected that she was my biologicalmother instead of Michael's.

“You don't need to stand on ceremony around me, you silly girl. I asked the housekeeper to prepareextra soup for you too. You've lost a lot of weight recently, so I want you to drink some soup later too.All right?”