Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita) novel Chapter 492

Flavian’s POV

As soon as Manu fell asleep, I went back to the living room. I had a pending conversation with Manu's brother.

"Look, I've seen a lot of bad things, but what this woman does to Manu is too much even for me," I commented as I sat down.

"It used to be worse. Manu would get horrible beatings for anything. One day Rita beat her with a belt, leaving Manu's body covered in buckle marks, all because she ran into the house and knocked over some ornament that broke. Manu was only ten years old. Rita always threatened that if she told our father about the beatings, she would get beaten more. I had already moved out by then, only found out because I got suspicious when Manu was wearing warm clothes in summer, and I asked her to tell me. Man, I almost hit Rita, but my father arrived, and we fought. Manu begged me not to tell him." Cam's eyes welled up with tears.

"And that wasn't the first time, wasn't the last, and wasn't even the worst," Olivia added. "I'm amazed that Manu doesn't hate her mother and that she became such a good person."

"The week she left home, two days before, Rita had beaten her with a broomstick. She left our town with her back marked by that broomstick." Cam was immersed in painful memories, and I felt bile rising in my mouth, disgusted by that woman.

"Your father never knew about these beatings?" I asked, finding it horrible that a father wouldn't know.

"No. His life with Rita is hell. So he spends a lot of time at the company. And Manu never told him and didn’t let me tell him either. And I was afraid of what Rita would do to her if I told."

"But why didn't you report it?" I asked indignantly.

"Because the detective's wife is Rita's best friend, and the detective does whatever his wife wants, including covering up Julian's mess." Cam was indeed in a difficult situation.

"Tell me about your mother. She died in childbirth, was there an autopsy?" I needed to know the details of this story.

"No, my father didn't want one. I understand, it was a hard blow for him. We left in the morning, my mother stayed alone with the maid. The baby wasn't due for another month. When we returned, the maid told us my mother went into labor, and there was no way to go to town to get the doctor. She called the midwife. The baby was stillborn, and my mother died. My father called the doctor who was his friend, and the doctor said my mother died from hemorrhage. And the baby had suffocated with the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck." The memories were painful for Cam.

"Orlando still blames himself for leaving her alone," Olivia held her husband's hand, offering support.

"And how did Rita enter this story?" I asked, wanting to understand better.

"She worked at the dairy. My grandfather was still alive and in charge of everything. My father and mother were separated for a month because my mother thought my father was cheating on her. From what I know, during this time Rita got close to my father and they were together a few times. But my father regretted it, ended things with Rita, and reconciled with my mother, even telling her about Rita, and my mother forgave him. My mother discovered she was pregnant. And soon after, Rita told my father she was pregnant too. My mother knew about it. Rita left town and once a month my father would visit her and bring money, check on the pregnancy, things like that. He went to visit Rita about two weeks after my mother died and found out that Rita had given birth a few days before. When he came back home, he was already married to Rita. And that's when our hell began," Cam lamented.

"One more thing, did your father look for the midwife?" I remembered they had said the midwife wasn't at the house when they arrived.

"He did, but the woman had left town and never came back. There was no way to find her, it was like she had vanished into thin air," Cam stared into space.

"And the maid, what else did she say?" This story was getting stranger by the minute.

"Nothing else. When we returned from the funeral, she told my father she couldn't work for us anymore, that she was too shocked by what happened, and she left."

"Do you know where she is?" I was finding all of this very suspicious.

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