My Bratty Wife
Chapter 125 - Hundred And Twenty Five

Chapter 125: Chapter Hundred And Twenty Five

The dining room was adorned with intricate chandeliers, casting a warm glow over the long, mahogany table. A sumptuous feast awaited them, the aroma of roasted chicken mingling with the delicate scent of herbs and spices.

Suzy and Ryan sat across from each other, the silence between them palpable. Suzy, uncomfortable with the awkward atmosphere, decided to break the ice. "Ryan, is everything alright?" she asked, her voice soft.

Ryan hesitated for a moment before responding. "It’s nothing," he said, his tone evasive. "Just my cousin is coming to stay for a while."

Suzy’s face lit up at the news. "That’s great!" she exclaimed. "I’ve always wanted to meet your family other than Bryon."

Ryan’s expression darkened. "No, it’s not," he replied, his voice filled with a sense of foreboding. "His visit is suspicious. I want you to be careful and not get too close to him."

Suzy’s smile faded. "Why?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Ryan leaned forward, his eyes intense. "I don’t know for sure," he said, "but I have a feeling he’s up to something. He’s always been a bit... shady. The timing in his visitation is... suspicious."

Suzy nodded, taking his words seriously. "I’ll be careful," she promised.

Ryan pushed back his chair and stood up, his face etched with fatigue. "I’m exhausted," he said. "I’m going to bed." He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. "Goodnight, Duchess."

Suzy watched him leave, a mixture of worry and curiosity swirling in her mind. As she continued her meal, her thoughts drifted to Ryan’s cousin. Who was he? And what was he up to?

The peaceful solitude of the dining room was shattered by the sound of Doris’s voice who interrupted her thoughts. "Milady, is something wrong with your food?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern. "You haven’t touched it much, and you seem distracted." She walked to Suzy’s side. " Or is the food not to your liking? Should I tell Mrs Madelyn to get you something else to eat?" She asked, bombarding Suzy with questions.

Suzy forced a smile. "No, it’s delicious, Doris," she replied, taking a small bite of her roasted chicken. "It’s just been a long day."

Doris nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call," she said.

Suzy continued her meal and dismissed Doris, instructing her to prepare a bath and leave her alone. "I want to be alone so I’ll bathe myself," she said. "And please be ready to help me dress in the morning. I have an appointment with Baron Carew."

Doris nodded. "As you wish, Milady," she replied, curtseying before leaving the room.

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The room was plunged into darkness, the only sound the soft lapping of water against the bathtub. Doris, lost in her thoughts, was drawing a bath for her mistress, add the lavender oil into the bath. She was screwing the cork when a cold hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her scream.

Panic surged through her as she struggled to break free, but the grip on her arm was iron-like. She tried to bite down, to wriggle away, but it was futile causing him to hit her head on the bathtub. The mysterious figure dragged her to the floor, his movements swift and silent.

Doris’s head throbbed as her attacker held her hair in a fist, his grip tightening with each passing second. Blood trickled down her face, a crimson stain against the white fabric of her attire. A cold breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "We meet again, Doris," a familiar voice whispered.

Doris’s eyes widened in terror as she recognized the voice. Fear gnawed at her, a cold dread that paralyzed her. " They have come for me." She tells herself.

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As Suzy finished her dinner, she rose from the table and made her way to her bedroom. She undressed and stepped into the warm, fragrant water of her bath. As she did so, she noticed a dark stain on the rim of the bathtub. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized what it was.

She quickly tied herself with a soft towel, her movements swift and deliberate. She rushed to her dresser and grabbed a sharp hair accessory, her eyes filled with determination. She felt a movement behind her and turned, ready to strike. As she raised the hair pin to the person’s neck, she heard a familiar voice.

"It’s me, Milady," the voice said. " Please don’t hurt me."

Suzy froze, her hand still raised. She turned to see Doris standing there, her face pale and her clothes stained with blood. She had been injured.

Suzy dropped the weapon, her heart leaping into her throat. She rushed to Doris side, her voice filled with panic.

"Doris, are you okay?" she cried, her voice trembling. "What happened?"

Doris collapsed onto the floor, her head bleeding profusely. Suzy knelt down beside her using her hand to lift Doris’s head. She grabbed a towel and pressed it against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. She screamed for help, her voice echoing through the empty house.

Doris tried to speak, but her voice was weak. "I... tripped. I fell down and hit my head on the bathtub." she managed to gasp.

Suzy’s heart pounded in her chest. "How could you be so clumsy?" she asked.

Doris shook her head, her eyes filled with fear. "I’m sorry, Milady," she whispered. " I didn’t mean to worry you."

Suzy pressed a cold cloth to Doris’s bleeding head, her hands trembling. "I’ll get help," she said, her voice filled with determination. Putting on a robe, she rushed out of the bathroom, her mind racing.

As she burst into the hallway, she shouted for the servants. "Help!" she cried. "Someone call Dr Abernathy!"

The sound of footsteps echoed through the house as the servants rushed to her aid. Together, they carried Doris to her bed, where Suzy tended to her wounds, waiting for the arrival of Dr Abernathy.