Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 328

Chapter 328: 328- You Were Drunk

Valerie lay on the bed, her hair sprawled on the pillow. Her bedroom looked like a tornado had passed through it.

On the bedside table, her phone sat face down, surrounded by tissues, some balled up, others crumpled and tossed on the floor.

The curtains were held open, letting in just enough light to highlight the chaos. The clothes on the floor, the clutter on her dresser, the trail of shoes kicked off without a second thought.

Laying still, her arm was hanging off the bed, her fingers were brushing the floor, barely moving as if the energy was drained off them.

"Valerie! Val!" she didn’t move when she heard Mom calling her. The door opened with a thud, and she made her way inside, "Look at ... Oh, my God! What is this?"

The poor woman was taken aback by the scene. Her gaze ran on the blanket that was bunched up at the end, twisted and tangled, with one corner trailing onto the floor.

"What is this," she whispered more to herself, "Are you alright?"

She got a little scared when Val didn’t move, "V-Val... are you dead?" she asked her in a shaky voice.

Val shook her head a little, "You should leave, Mom."

The older woman gulped hard. Her husband wasn’t home. Marissa was in school. She was here to ask her daughter about those four thousand dollars she had taken from her.

This was a big amount, and she wanted to ask Valerie when she would return it.

"Mom," Valerie said softly, "I know why you are here. Right now, you need to go."

Her mother again looked around with a worried look on her face.

What had gotten into Valerie? She never behaved like this her entire life.

"Mom. Close the door after you leave. If Rafael arrives, just send him in. And..." Valerie at last turned her face, "No need to accompany him. Understand?"

Her mom could not utter a single word. The room felt more like a movie scene where the heroin was about to end her life.

"I was here to..."

"I know Mom, why you were here. Don’t worry. You’ll get back your four thousand dollars with a hundred percent interest. I promise," Valerie said with a smirk, "I just need to ace in my acting. Do as you are told. Now go, mom."

Mrs. Aaron left the room in confusion. She hoped Valerie was fine. She was their golden child, and both her parents had high hopes for her.

When the door closed behind her, Valerie smiled again. She needed to do this final act to bring him closer to her.

This was the only way. Who said beautiful girls didn’t have brains? They just like using it at the right time.

She raised her head when her phone started ringing. It was Rhea from the typing company where Val had told Rafael, she worked.

"Yes, Rhea?" She asked the girl.