Chapter 11 – Divorced! Now What to Do?

With that, she wiped at her tears.

“Nellie, let’s just put things to rest here, alright? Don’t make it hard for your dad because of a small matter like this.”

Nellie’s whole body trembled in anger! How could this woman act like this?! She was the one who hit and her cheeks still ached, but this woman made it seem like she was acting out! The little girl bit her lips as she pouted prettily. Eventually, she could no longer hold it in as tears streamed down her eyes.

“You’re the bad guy! You’re clearly the bad guy! You were the one who hit me, and you tried to shift the blame to Auntie! You’re the worst!”

Nellie’s body trembled, wrecked by her sobs. After all, she was just a six-year-old child, thus she was nothing compared to the devious Cynthal. Lips formed into a thin line, Bethan reached out and pulled Nellie into a hug and comforted her softly.

“Ms. Peterson, you said I hit Ms. Nellie?”

Cynthal turned her face to the side.

“I said this issue ends here. I already apologized, and I won’t

comment further. Don’t mention this anymore; I don’t want Nellie to be hurt.”

The woman hugging Nellie lifted her lips up in a slight smile.

“But what if I insist?”

Brettley sat on the sofa as he studied Bethan’s face coldly. She smiled and let go of Nellie before she revealed a recorder pen from her pocket.

In an instant, Cynthal’s face turned pale as a ghost.

A flash of terror passed through her eyes. Instinctively, she rushed forward, wanting to grab for the pen. Bethan calmly avoided her as her fingers held the recorder pen, calmly switching off the recording and winding it back to the part when she just entered the house.

“I hit her.”

“Want to take revenge for this little brat?”

“I can’t hit her just because she’s young?”

“The little brat deserved it for running around calling random men as her father.”

Her cold, arrogant voice drifted out from the recorder pen clearly. Cynthal stood there and looked as if a paint palette had been poured over her head, turning white at one moment, then black in another, green an instant, and red the next. After the recording was played, Bethan calmly put the recorder back in her pocket.

“Ms. Peterson, we have both witness and physical evidence, yet you still insist that I hit Ms. Nellie?”

With that, she lowered her head and examined the palm print on Nellie’s face, and her heart ached uncontrollably. She bit her lip.

“This slap was very strong, and the outline of the palm can be clearly seen.

“Ms. Peterson, shall we compare our palms with the slap print on Ms. Nellie’s face?”

Cynthal was rendered speechless. She bit her lip and turned her head in panic.

“Brettley, I…”

Behind her, the tall and stern man remained seated gracefully on the sofa, but the air that emanated from his body turned colder and heavier, like an iceberg that remained unmoving for thousands of years ready to break apart, swallowing humans in an avalanche in an instant.

“Mr. Morrison, you should be clear now who hit Nellie.”

Bethan sucked in a deep breath and stood up,

pulling the teary-faced Nellie into a hug.

“Since I’m not responsible, I’ll bring Ms. Nellie upstairs and apply some ointment on her wound.”

With that, she hugged Nellie in her arms and walked upstairs. Brettley narrowed his dark gaze and looked at the woman’s back.

“Brettley…”

Cynthal gritted her teeth.

“Actually, I…”

“Nellie is my daughter.”

His low voice was cold and distant.

“I don’t know how she spent the last six years, but I’ll try my best to give her a better life.”

His bottomless eyes glanced at Cynthal’s face that was red and swollen from Bethan’s fists.

“Since the servant has paid you back for hitting Nellie, I won’t do anything to you.”

Overjoyed, Cynthal hurriedly leaned forward. Before she could speak, she heard his cold voice again:

“But in the future, you don’t have to come to Blue Bay Villa again.”

The woman’s heart plummeted to the bottom of her chest, and she bit her lip silently.

“But Brettley, I’m still your fiancée in the eyes of the public regardless, and if you ask me not to come here again…”

“You know it’s just for show.”

The man stood up as he turned his tall figure back on her.

“I agreed to act with you as a fake engaged couple because of Bethan. Now, you hurt our child.

“I think if she knows what happened today, she won’t allow you to meet Nellie again.”

Afterward, the man raised his leg upstairs indifferently.

“Send her off!”

“Ms. Peterson, please.”

Cynthal bit her lip. She stared viciously in the direction of Bethan and Nellie’s retreating back.

“Does it still hurt?”

In the small bedroom upstairs, Bethan knelt in front of Nellie as she carefully applied ointment on the little girl with a cotton swab.

“It hurts!”

Nellie looked at Bethan, teary-eyed.

“Mommy, it hurts.”

“Shush.”

Bethan frowned and raised a finger, placing it to her lips.

“Be careful what you say. I’m your servant, so call me Auntie.”

“Oh.”

Nellie wiped her tears as her pair of big, dewy eyes were filled with distress.

“Auntie, this is the first time someone beat me like this since I was born.”

Her small body trembled from her sobs. Bethan’s heart clenched in pain as the tip of her nose turned pink. It was all her fault. She should not have left Nellie in this villa alone to make Brettley less suspicious of her. Inhaling deeply, she held Nellie’s hand, her eyes full of self-blame.

“It’s not your fault; it’s all because of that bad woman.”

Nellie pursed her lips.

“I hate her to death.”

“You’re not allowed to talk like this in the future.”

Lips tucked together, she softly continued,

“She’s the one your daddy likes. If you fight with her, you’ll only make it difficult for your daddy, so stay away from her in the future, okay?”

Cynthal was an adult and Brettley had spoiled her all these years, while Nellie was just a little girl who had just returned to him.

If she could not afford to get on her wrong side, then she needed to avoid her.

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