SELFLESS DESICION

CHAPTER THREE

On her way down, she saw Clara who was having her mani's and pedi's done by some workers who didn't seem to be from the house.

Clara gave her a scrutinizing glimpse as she walked past her nervously.

She also came across Winona in the living room with her legs crossed, reading a magazine and a little saucer between her fingers.

Winona glanced up at Rose as she heard her approaching footsteps.

"Rose, you are up so late today, is anything the problem?" Winona asked with concern.

"No, I am perfectly fine," she replied, not wanting to waste any time.

"OK, go and have your lunch," Winona said, giving her space.

Rose quickly strode down to the dining table and had her seat as she was being served. She began to eat as soon as the meal was served. She ate gluttonously.

Isabella, who was also having her lunch, caught sight of her eating that way.

The day before, she was eating like she was forced or as if the meals irritated her. But now she looked like a glutton. Isabella wondered what caused the sudden shift.

After her meal, she went back to her room. She was still feeling sleepy. Meanwhile, Isabella and Clara were having a little discussion in Clara's room.

"So bad you didn't have lunch with us," Isabella said, sitting on the bed.

"I don't understand what happened?" Clara asked.

"You needed to see the way Rose was devouring the food, as if it would be taken away from her at any second," Isabella replied.

"And so what? She came from a poor background. What would you expect?" Clara asked, not knowing where Isabella was driving to.

"I thought the same but didn't you see the way she was eating yesterday, as if the food disgusted her," Isabella said.

"I think there's something up with her, she even woke up today at noon," she added, not wanting to end the conversation.

Clara, who had her mind on something else, didn't seem interested in any other things, but she had also noticed that there was something about Rose that was fishy.

"Forget that b***h, let's head to the main issue at hand," Clara said.

"You are aware that Williams Corporation wants to work with the Samun company, right? She asked.

"Yh I'm aware," Isabella responded, looking at her nails.

"After their collaboration, the profit that will be accustomed to Paul is 10% of Williams shares, which is roughly 800 million dollars," Clara said

"I'm very certain about it," she added.

"Wow, that's nice. It's no surprise, the Williams Corporation is one of the largest here in Westwood, even Los Angeles as a whole," Isabella said.

"Yh but that's not where I want you to concentrate on," Clara said.

Clara adjusted her gown and went to a seat beside Isabella.

"Isa, we both know that you have had an interest in building your very own culinary school. Ever since you stepped into this house, you haven't laid your hands on any cooking ingredients. You haven't even put your cookery skills to work," Clara said to her.

At this point, Isabella was already shedding tears. She had always had that passion to cook right from when she was little.

Even as a little girl of five, she had already started helping her mother out in the kitchen. And above all, her meals always tasted wonderful. She believed that cooking was her talent.

Clara comforted her.

"There is still a way to make it work," Clara said, looking straight into her eyes.

A glimpse of hope made its way to Isabella's eyes. She was very curious to know how.

"What is the way forward? What do I have to do?" she asked, curiosity growing inside of her.

"As long as you have enough funds and freedom from Paul, you will be able to do all that you wish," Clara answered her.

"But how are we going to make Paul allow us?" she asked.

"There's no way Paul will allow us, even Winona, who has lived here before us, wasn't able to convince him to allow her work for her own money," Clara said.

Clara sighed deeply.

"We will have to terminate Paul as soon as he's done with the contract," Clark said, as she locked her gaze on Isabella.

"No way!" she said as she got up.

"How would you suggest such a thing? Killing someone?" she added in disbelief.

"Isa, please listen to me, it will be of great benefit to us," Clara pleaded with her as she also rose to her feet.

"Benefit? How can we be so selfish as to kill our husband?" She asked.

"Husband? The one that forced you into marriage? That sexually abused you, that made you a mother at an early age? Have you forgotten Isa?" Clara yelled, reminding her of the past.

Isabella cried as thoughts of painful old memories were recalled in her mind. She was 16 when she got r***d by Paul and he had to marry her since he didn't want anything that would ruin his image. She gave birth to Micah at the age of 17. It was really hard for her to be a young mother.

"I still can't!" she yelled back at Clara, between tears.

"We don't have to do it with our hands, we can hire a professional killer to do the job," Clara said.

"I won't be part of this," She said as she walked out of Clara's room.

Clara sighed deeply as she sat back on her bed.

It was so early in the morning when Rose got up from her bed. She took her time to have her bath and get dressed. She quietly observed herself, taking a glance at her breast, which seemed to be more full in size than before.

She sat on the stool by the dressing mirror and thought about the sudden changes she was experiencing. From dizziness, to vomiting, to loss of appetite, and sometimes having a large appetite. The only sickness that could link up with these symptoms was pregnancy.

Rose shook her head against the thought. How could she be pregnant? She then remembered she had s*x with James a few months before her marriage.