Six years ago, in the will that they forged, she requested Brettley to marry Cynthal and take care of her forever. That was how they got engaged, openly and honestly. Bethan’s heart ached against her will at the thought.
Even though they betrayed her, they were shameless enough to make up such a noble-sounding excuse whilst she had to live while she hid her real name and identity.
She was so lost in her thoughts that the trolley she pushed had crashed against someone.
“I’m sor—”
She raised her head, but before she could finish her sentence, the last word died in her throat.
The man in front of her was tall, handsome, dignified, but somewhat arrogant.
It had been six years since she last saw him. He seemed even colder and yet more mature and manly. Her fingers that held the trolley’s handle started to turn white.
She never expected to run into him the moment she returned home.
Brettley looked at her coldly out of the corners of his eyes.
“Don’t you keep your eyes on the road?”
Six years ago, the wounds on her face were severely infected because of her fall into the sea during the accident, growing inflamed and bubbling pus. She had no choice but to accept plastic surgery on her face.
Her face had become near-perfect, designed in the hands of the best plastic surgeons. Putting Brettley aside, she even sat before the mirror for hours every day, in the first two years after the plastic surgery, to make sure the face looking back at her was truly hers.
“I’m sorry.”
Bethan sucked in a deep breath and steadied her raging emotions.
“Mr. Morrison, I was too immersed in your fiancé’s interview and accidentally knocked into you.”
The man furrowed his eyebrows.
“You recognize me?”
“You’re so famous. How could I not?”
Bethan smiled slightly.
“To fulfill your promise to your ex-wife, you agreed to take care of her sister forever. This became a much-told story in Banyan City.”
Brettley’s eyes darkened slightly. From afar, he had seen her from the back.
This woman, from her figure, to the way she walked, and to her habit of running her fingers through her hair, was the exact same as Bethan’s!
That was why he had approached her unconsciously. He wanted to take a look at her face, but it seemed this woman just had a similar figure as hers. It was not just her face and her voice; even her personality was completely different!
Bethan used to be gentle and obedient. She would not talk like that.
“Brettley!”
Cynthal’s feminine lilt rang out behind him.
After a moment, she ran over like a little bird fleeting to its mother and hooked her arm in Brettley’s.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
He turned and left with Cynthal.
“Did you buy everything you needed?”
“Yup!”
Rooted at the spot, Bethan watched the two of them walk away as coldness felt in her heart.
…
At home, Bethan prepared a sumptuous dinner for her two children. Although a smile was constantly on her face, Neil and Nellie could tell something was wrong with her.
After dinner, Neil returned to his room and hacked into the department store’s surveillance system. He squinted as he watched the man followed his mother for quite some time before he ran against her.
She met the jerk at last, and he brought his mistress to the department store!
No wonder Mommy did not smile after she returned home.
The boy bit his lip. He then turned to walk out of the room and squeezed into his sister’s room.
“We’ll start our mission tomorrow!”
…
Early the next morning, Bethan prepared breakfast.
“Neil, Nellie, time for breakfast!”
“Nellie was up late last night watching cartoons. Don’t disturb her, Mommy,”
said Neil as he yawned and walked out of the bedroom.
“Oh, right, Mommy, aren’t you going to the post office to collect our stuff?”
Bethan nodded.
“We’ll go once the two of you are done with breakfast.”
They had stayed overseas for six years, and a lot of their items had to be shipped back. The post office called her yesterday to collect her items.
“Why don’t you just go now?”
spoke aloof Neil as he ate.
“We’re not five-year-old kids anymore.”
Bethan sighed helplessly but still took her coat and left. Even though they were only six years old, there were times they were more mature than her.
After he confirmed Bethan had left, Neil slipped into his room, looked at the surveillance footage on his laptop, and murmured into the phone,
“Nellie, are you there yet?”
Early in the morning, the atmosphere in the Morrison Group was serious and cold. All the staff members stood in a neat line as they respectfully waited for the arrival of their big boss.
When the clock struck 8am, a luxurious car stopped in front of the entrance.
A man who looked like a butler rushed down from the passenger seat and opened the back door.
With a cold expression, Brettley lifted his long legs wrapped in black trousers out the door and put his feet on the ground to get out of the car. He was apathetic and arrogant, and his aura was so domineering that everyone in his vicinity could barely breathe. The man looked forward and strode up the steps.
“Daddy—!”
a cute, childish voice abruptly broke through the heavy atmosphere, and everyone hurriedly raised their gaze to look in her direction.
A little girl that seemed to appear out of nowhere climbed up the stairs clumsily. She wore a pink, princess-style dress. Even though her face could not be seen, she radiated a noble air just like Mr. Morrison did. The little girl climbed up the stairs and clung onto Brettley’s leg. He was a giant compared to the tiny her, and her snow-white arms could only cling onto his calf.
“Daddy—!”
Nellie pouted as she called out to him in a whine. The crowd was enveloped in a frenzy. Brettley lowered his head. As he looked at the ball of pink fluff at his feet, a hint of annoyance appeared on his brows.
“Let go!”
The child lifted her head, exposing features that looked 70% to 80% similar to his.
“Daddy…”
“Sir, this child…”
The butler’s eyes were wide open as he stood next to him. The child looked very similar to Brettley!
“Daddy, hug, hug…”
She reached out her tiny little arms as big eyes stared at Brettley. Her eyes were clear like a cloudless sky.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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