You will eat that meal.

Racheal stood beside Riley, both of them in utter disbelief as they watched the scene unfold before them.

Riley, unable to mask her anger, shot a burning glare at Tryson, who was still having Angel in his arms. Racheal, equally stunned, was quick to react, her words harsh and unforgiving.

At that moment, Angel gently tapped his shoulder gesturing him to drop her on the ground, and so he did. 

"Really? Now she's turned my brother into her servant?" she scoffed, her heels clicking sharply on the floor as she marched toward them, with Riley following closely behind, visibly upset by what she was witnessing.

Tryson turned at the sound of Racheal's voice, his gaze falling on her as she approached, clearly not holding back her criticism.

Before he could say anything, she raised a hand to stop him. "You wouldn't, big bro," Racheal said in a mocking tone, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Angel with disdain. "You really let this woman come into your house?"

"What's the meaning of what you're doing, Racheal? You're making a mountain out of a molehill," Tryson said, his voice calm but firm, trying to reason with his sister.

But Racheal wasn't having any of it. She glared at Angel with disgust before responding to Tryson.

"Sincerely, brother?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes, I am. Besides, what are you even doing at my house?" Tryson countered, his patience wearing thin.

"I came to see my brother, how about that? But I really didn't think the rumors were true," Racheal retorted, her words almost dripping with condescension.

At that moment, Tryson's frown deepened as he looked at her. "What rumors are you talking about?" he asked, clearly confused.

"The ones that say you're leaving me for this gold-digger," Riley interjected, her tone laced with annoyance and disbelief, the words hitting like daggers.

Angel, hearing this, was left speechless, shocked by the accusation.

"Riley, I'm begging you. Don't get involved in this. You'll only make matters worse," Tryson pleaded, his voice pleading with her to stop escalating the situation.

"Make the matter worse? The fact that this woman is turning you into her slave, Tryson?" Riley shot back angrily. "You have a whole team of staff who work for you. She could have asked them for help, but no, because your parents took her as your fiancée or whatever, she's just trying to take advantage of you!" Riley's voice was filled with disappointment and frustration, as though she couldn't believe what she was witnessing.

"And who gave you the right to make a comment?" Tryson said, holding back his growing anger with a surprising amount of restraint. His eyes were sharp, focused on Riley, but he didn't raise his voice.

"Why, Tryson?" Riley shot back, her expression full of disgust. Then, she turned her gaze to Angel, who remained silent and composed, watching the argument unfold. "I'm sure you're happy to see this," she sneered at Angel, her words dripping with hatred. "You've got him wrapped around your finger, haven't you?"

With a sharp breath, Riley turned her focus back to Tryson. "If you must know, this is what gives me the right over you," she said, raising her hand to display the engagement ring on her finger, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of entitlement.

"You think whatever you want, Tryson, but right now, what I want is for you to take this woman out of your house," Riley demanded, her voice commanding, as if she had some claim on him that couldn't be questioned.

"And why do you think I'll be doing that?" Tryson asked, his tone growing colder with each word.

"Because I'm going to move into your house," Riley declared, her voice full of authority.

At that moment, Angel, overwhelmed by the tension, felt an urge to leave quietly.

She tried to make her way back to her room, but before she could take another step, she felt Tryson's grip on her arm, pulling her back gently.

She turned to look at him, their gazes locking for a moment in silent communication.

"Eat your meal, Angel. I want you to go ahead and eat," Tryson said softly, his voice gentle but firm.

Angel remained silent, the weight of everything sinking in, but before she could react, she yanked her hand out of Tryson's grip and headed back toward her room in a quiet fury.

"Oh my God, what a rude fellow," Racheal blurted out, watching as Angel stormed toward the elevator.

"Brother, trust me, I know people like her. They're so cheap, and yet they pretend to be something they're not—" Racheal began, but Tryson cut her off with a loud roar.

"Just shut the f*ck up!" Tryson shouted, his voice rising in anger, and Racheal recoiled in shock.

She had never seen him lose his temper like this before. Her mouth snapped shut, and she froze, watching as Tryson turned to her, his gaze piercing, sharp enough to send a chill down her spine.

"I want you both to leave my house. I don't care what you do or how you feel about it, but trust me, I won't spare you if anything happens to Angel," Tryson said boldly, his tone final.

Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away.

"But Tryson—" Riley called out, but he ignored her, his back already turned as he continued towards the elevator.

"What's going on with him?" Riley asked Racheal, her voice laced with confusion and concern.

"I never thought this was real, but I think that woman has really manipulated my brother," Racheal said in disbelief, her own shock evident. "You should probably follow him," she added, her tone serious.

"But Racheal, Tryson seemed to be serious about me leaving the house. You know how he is when he tells me to do something," Angel said, her voice tinged with panic.

She wasn't sure what to do, but she felt an unsettling sense of dread settle over her.

Racheal, however, seemed to encourage her, albeit with an undertone of uncertainty.

The next moment, Angel rushed to the elevator, managing to catch up with Tryson just as the staff members hurried past them in a rush, seemingly in a panic.

Tryson stopped one of the staff members. "Why are they in such a hurry?" he asked, his voice calm but concerned.

The staff member replied with urgency, "Sir, Madame has been vomiting due to the pregnancy."

At the mention of the word pregnancy, Riley's heart raced, and she stuttered out loudly, "She's pregnant?"

The shock was clear in her voice, and both Tryson and the staff turned their gaze toward her.