Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 118: Chapter 118

Helen and I followed Delilah to the study. The door had just closed when a slap hit Helen's face.
"Delilah, why are you hitting me?" Helen held her cheek, staring at Delilah in disbelief, with a flash of bitterness in her eyes.
Delilah walked to the desk, sat down, and looked at her with authority. "You think I'm old and confused, so you can lie to me? Tell me, what's really going on between Richie and that woman?"
Helen looked flustered but put on a brave front, pretending innocence. "You're so unfair. Katherine's friend came here to cause trouble, trying to ruin Richie's name.
"You're not dealing with her, but you hit me? I've been in this family for over 20 years. I may not have big achievements, but I've worked hard to run the household. She's only been here for a few days, and your heart's already so biased. It's ridiculous!"
I stood to the side, keeping my head down and looking meek, but inside I was furious. But I knew this wasn't the time to speak. Explaining now would seem like covering up, and covering up would look like guilt.
Delilah had sharp insight. Trying to be smart in front of someone who'd lived long enough to see it all? That was asking for trouble.
Clatter. Delilah grabbed a cup from the desk and threw it at her head. A scream rang out as the cup hit the floor, shattering into pieces.
Delilah snapped, "Get out. Someone who only bullies their own family doesn't deserve to be my daughter-in-law. Tomorrow, you and Martin are getting a divorce."
"What?" Helen's eyes went wide in shock. She stared, unable to believe it, and asked again, "What did you say?"
Delilah ignored her, picking up the house intercom instead. "Martin, get to the study right away."
By now, it was clear that Delilah wasn't just angry. She meant it.
Thud. Helen dropped to her knees, holding her forehead, sobbing bitterly, "Delilah, you can't make me divorce Martin. I love him. We have two kids. I won't leave this house, Delilah."
The door flew open. Martin rushed over and lifted Helen up. "Helen, what are you doing? Stop crying. How did you get hurt on your head?"
He glared at me, about to shout, when Delilah spoke. "Why are you glaring at Kate? I did it. Both of you are so stupid. You only blame others instead of thinking about what you've done wrong."
Martin might be indecisive and easily swayed, but he was a total mama's boy.
He'd listen to his wife on just about everything, but when his mom and wife clashed, his mom was always right.
That was one of the reasons Helen feared Delilah.
"Mom, if Helen did something wrong, tell me. I'll talk some sense into her," Martin said.
"You'll talk sense into her? Hmph, who knows who'd end up talking sense into whom. You fool, letting your wife tell you what to do. She'll get you killed someday," Delilah said.
"Mom, calm down. You can't blame Helen for today. She was just too angry," Martin said, sticking up for Helen.
Delilah let out an angry laugh. "Oh? Then tell me, who is to blame?"
But before Martin could speak, Delilah slammed her hand on the desk and stood up. "I'll tell you what happened, so you two stop picking on Kate, the good kid. That girl was Richie's doing. It has nothing to do with Kate."