Jessica hurried after Brittany. "Mom, I had no idea Dad and Ms. Olen were doing such things in the room! I''m sorry... I never should have let you see something like that!"


    Brittany''s hands and feet felt ice-cold. She looked at Jessica, trying to steady herself. "It''s not your fault, Jessica. Honestly, it''s nothing new. Ida''s been living here for years. They''ve probably been doing that for a long time."


    Brittany had suspected that Horace and Ida had slept together before, but seeing it with her own eyes hit her much harder than she expected.


    "Mom..."


    "I''m going back first," Brittany said firmly.


    She just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. The whole ce made her feel sick.


    Jessica watched Brittany''s reaction and smiled faintly.


    Brittany and Wendy showing up tonight was unexpected, but it was a lucky surprise. This was perfect!


    Wendy was still standing by the door, her eyebrows arching sharply as she looked at Horace and Ida inside. Without hesitation, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.


    "Mr. Larson!"


    Jessica, standing ahead, heard Wendy''s voice and froze. She turned sharply to see Wendy storming into Horace''s bedroom.


    Was Wendy crazy?


    Jessica rushed forward. "What are you doing? This is the Larson family''s home! You came without an invitation, and I can let that go, but breaking into the master''s bedroom? Get out of here right now!"


    Jessica tried to push Wendy out.


    But Wendy took quick steps forward and reached the bedside, calling again, "Mr. Larson!"


    Ida, lying on the bed, looked on silently, wondering whether Wendy was out of her mind.


    Horace, still drugged, hadn''t heard Wendy''s first call. But the second time she shouted, standing right by the bed, he finally looked up and saw Wendy''s clear, delicate face. It was like a bucket of cold water dumped over him.


    Horace suddenly regained some rity. "What are you doing here?


    Wendy nced down at Ida beneath him. "Do you know what you''re doing?"


    Only then did Horace realize the woman under him wasn''t Brittany-it was Ida. He leapt off the bed. "What are you doing in my bed?"


    "I-I..." Ida stuttered.


    Both Jessica''s and Ida''s faces drained of color. Neither of them had expected Wendy to break in and ruin everything like this. Wendy had caught thempletely off guard.


    Jessica stepped forward. "That''s enough! Get out, now! You''re not wee here!"


    Horace looked at Wendy. "Let me exin. Ida and I—”


    Wendy ignored Jessica and Ida, focusing solely on Horace. "You don''t owe me any exnation. The one you really need to exin yourself to is your wife."


    Horace''s expression shifted as he nced toward the doorway. "Brittany''s here?"


    Wendy rodded. "Yes. She came with me and saw everything standing outside the door. She already left."


    What?!


    Horace''s face fell.


    Wendy pressed on, "If you go now, you might still catch up with her!"


    With that warning, Horace didn''t hesitate and sprinted out the door.


    "Horace!"


    "Dad!"


    Ida and Jessica stood there, stunned.


    They never expected that the one who called Horace off the bed wasn''t Brittany, but Wendy.


    Why did Wendy never y by the rules?