Days after Lord Martin's burial, Edward plunged into deep depression and hatred against the innocent Margaret. With Tyra's lies and allegations his grief twisted into cruelty, and despite warnings from Frances Hale, the head maid, he continued to torment Margaret. Each day became unbearable, and Margaret began to wish for death just to end the suffering.
One drunken night, Edward stormed into her room, egged on by Tyra.
"Get up, criminal!" he shouted, dumping a bucket of water over her.
"Edward, please… I beg you. Believe me—I'm innocent," Margaret whispered, weak and shivering.
"You liar," he growled, stomping on her swollen ankle wound. Margaret, chained and helpless, cried out in pain.
Edward raised a whip, but Frances intervened.
"Edward, stop! Have mercy. If you truly believe she caused your father's death, then turn her over to the authorities," Frances pleaded.
"Authorities? Frances, I don't care. Inside this mansion, my word is law," Edward snapped, storming off and begin whipping Margaret despite the chained woman's pleas.
Once he was gone, Margaret broke down in sobs.
"I didn't do it," she whispered with a little strength left.
"I know. I believe you," Frances said, gently holding her hands. "Eat something."
"I never thought I'd end up like this. Does he even know what I'm going through?"
"Not yet. I wanted to tell him the truth, but his heart is too full of rage. He wouldn't believe me with Tyra poisoning his mind ," Frances said sadly.
Moments later after Frances treated Margaret's wounds, Jude came and asks Frances that ,is Edward have plan to relocated the barely alive Margaret to his rest house in a far countryside.
Unbeknownst to them, Vincent had overheard everything—including the shocking truth that Tyra will get Margaret without Edward's knowledge or approval.
Three days later.
Tyra walked in to find Frances feeding Margaret, who was burning with fever.
"Hey, old hag! Who told you to feed that animal? You've got some nerve!" Tyra sneered.
"She hasn't eaten or drunk anything in three days. Have some compassion," Frances replied.
"And who do you think you are? Who give you the authority to feed this bitch, You're just a maid and without my approval you can't do anything. Even if I kick you out of this mansion it's so easy for me" Tyra snapped.
Frances couldn't stay silent.
"You're authority? Don't push your luck Tyra you and Edward haven't married yet. Don't count the eggs when its not hatch yet. And yes you're right, I'm just a maid in this house. But I've been here longer than you. Who do you think you are? Be careful, Tyra—you don't really know Edward. What he hates most is being lied to," Frances warned.
"I don't care what you say. Edward and I were together for two years—it's not impossible we'll get back together," Tyra said confidently.
"For now, you've won. But remember—fate doesn't always favor the wicked," Frances said, turning back to Margaret. "Eat, dear."
Seven Months Later – DH Hotel
Everyone celebrated Edward's announcement: he and Tyra were getting married. But behind his smile, something felt off.
"Are you okay, Edward? You look upset," Tyra asked.
"I'm fine. Probably just tired," Edward replied.
"What's wrong with you? We're getting married in a month. You should be happy!" Tyra insisted, brushing aside his unease.
While Edward mingled, Vincent called Tyra to collect on her promise. She slipped away to a corner.
"Where's the money what you promised me, Tyra?" Vincent asked angrily.
"What promise? I don't remember," she said coldly.
"Please, don't ruin my day. You're being a nuisance," she hissed before ending the call—just as Edward approached.
"Who were you talking to?" he asked.
"No one. Just a friend who couldn't make it," Tyra lied.
That Night – Tyra's House
"I look stunning, don't I? Finally, I'll be called Mrs. Edward Powers!" Tyra bragged to her friends.
"But Tyra, you're already wearing the wedding gown and ring? Isn't the wedding next month?" one asked.
"What Stella wants is what Stella gets," she grinned.
"That's bad luck," another warned.
"Bad luck? Who cares? If you're just here to ruin my day, get out!"
"Fine! Whatever you say," one replied.
Later, a man called her.
"Miss Tyra, we're going to do what you asked," he said.
"Excellent. This is going to be fun," she replied smugly.