Chapter 17 – Divorced! Now What to Do?

Nellie bit her lip.

“Daddy, why do you want to marry someone else? Don’t you like Mommy anymore?”

Did he not like Bethan Peterson anymore? This question caused Brettley to sigh heavily. If he could stop liking Bethan Peterson, he would have done so a long time ago. She had been gone for six years, but his feelings for her had been carved into his bones. It was a pity that when they were together back then, he never realized his feelings for her… The man’s silence caused Nellie to sigh a long sigh.

“You definitely don’t like Mommy.”

Nellie flattened her lips.

“There aren’t any pictures of you and Mommy at home.”

Ever since Nellie could remember, Bethan had been wearing this near-perfect face. Her two brothers said that Mommy’s face was artificial, and she did not look like this before. She truly wanted to know what Mommy used to look like, but even after she ruffled through every corner of the house, she could not find a single picture of a woman. The man sighed and promised earnestly,

“Sleep tight, and when you get up in the morning, you’ll see pictures of me and your mommy.”

Nellie nodded.

“Okay.”

… Early the next morning, Cynthal pushed past the security guard at the door. As soon as she walked in, she saw the wedding photo hanging in the middle of the living room. In the photo, Bethan Peterson stood on the beach as she wore a white wedding dress, and Brettley was walking toward her with flowers. Staring at that photo, the anger in Cynthal’s chest began to surge. She remembered how, the moment she was announced dead, she had burned all of Bethan Peterson’s photos on the pretext that Brettley would be saddened at the memory.

Nellie, the little brat, just came back two days ago. Why was this photo hanging magnificently in the center of Blue Bay Villa? The furious Cynthal walked over angrily, took the photo down, and threw it on the ground with a resounding slam. What a b*tch! All of them—b*tches! Bethan Peterson was a b*tch, and even her evil little brat followed in her footsteps!

“I feel like eating cake today!”

In the children’s room upstairs, Nellie pushed open the door with a small hand and held Bethan’s with the other.

“The sweet yam flavor that I tried before.”

Bethan smiled helplessly and nodded.

“Okay.”

Both mother and daughter went downstairs, immersed in their conversation. As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, Bethan saw the photo that hung on the wall beside the stairs. She froze. The photo showed how she was before.

She stood beside Brettley in a wedding dress and looked at him, her eyes filled with love and shone with the light of a thousand stars. Brettley’s face, on the other hand, was as usual—eternally empty and expressionless. Looking at this photo, Bethan felt like all her blood began to flow backward. She remembered how she carefully selected her and Brettley’s wedding photos, one by one. She poured her effort into her little project and hung them everywhere he could see. She felt that one day, he would understand her sincere feelings for him. In the end, reality gave her a tight slap. Not only did she lose everything, but she even… even her appearance was ruined.

“Auntie…”

Noticing how stiff she became, Nellie bit her lip and was even more certain that the woman in this wedding photo was Mommy. Mommy used to look like this. It seemed Mommy could laugh so happily…

The little girl carefully observed Bethan’s reaction, and a trace of sorrow and grief surged in her heart. Mommy’s face looked far different. No wonder Daddy did not recognize her at all.

“Ms. Peterson, Sir said that you’re not allowed to come here anymore.”

At that moment, the butler’s helpless voice drifted up from downstairs.

“You’re making it very difficult for me.”

“Why can’t I come here?”

Cynthal’s voice was domineering.

“Even they can live here, guilt-free, so why can’t I come?”

The butler kept his voice steady and neutral as he answered,

“If you refuse to leave, I have no choice but to request Mr. Morrison to return home.”

Cynthal suddenly raised her eyebrows.

“What do you mean? Are you using Brettley to threaten me? Don’t forget that I’m the rightful future lady of the house! If you get on my bad side, I promise I’ll make you pay in the future!”

At the woman’s words, the butler lowered his head silently and dared not challenge her. Although Mr. Morrison had always been dissatisfied with Cynthal, she was his fiancée for more than five years.

It was only a matter of time before he married her. Seeing that the housekeeper was not actively stopping anymore, Cynthal pulled another wedding photo hanging on the wall and smashed it to the ground fiercely.

“This woman has been dead for six years, and hanging her photos would bring nothing but bad luck!”

“Stop it!”

Nellie angrily removed her hand out of Bethan’s and rushed downstairs. The ground was full of fragments of the wedding photos. The glass panel and photo frame were shattered to pieces, and Cynthal went as far as stomping on Bethan Peterson’s face in the photos until her original appearance could no longer be seen. Looking at the mess, Nellie almost started crying in distress. She wanted to rush over but was held back by Bethan. Bethan hugged Nellie in her arms and went downstairs cautiously. With the floor littered with glass shards, Nellie, the child she was, could get injured if she did not pay attention.

“Oh, can’t bear looking at this?”

Cynthal crossed her arms at her chest as she coldly watched as Bethan carried Nellie downstairs.

“Hey, you little brat, this picture was hung up as soon as you came back. Did you ask Brettley to hang it?”

Nellie stared at her fiercely from Bethan’s arms.

“I asked Daddy to hang it up. What’s wrong? Daddy said that Mommy is the lady of this house. Is it wrong to hang up the photo of the lady of the house?”

The girl’s words once again ignited Cynthal’s anger. If Bethan Peterson was the lady of this family, then what was she?! She stared at Nellie ferociously.

“Brettley is just placating you. I am the future lady of this family!”

Nellie bit her delicate lips.

“You’re not! My mommy is!”

“I am!”

Listening to Cynthal softly arguing, Bethan found the scene somewhat ridiculous. Nellie was just a six-year- old girl, yet Cynthal could actually argue with her tirelessly. It stood to reason that she was Brettley’s fiancée, the one he favored, and she could use this to her advantage and act however she liked. Why would she argue hysterically with Nellie? After all, Nellie was only Brettley’s daughter. How could children control the emotions of adults? At this thought, she smiled faintly, raised her hand, and sorted Nellie’s hair that was a little messy because of the quarrel.

“Don’t you want to eat cake? Let me take you there.”

Nellie was startled, but she understood that Bethan meant that she did not want her and Cynthal to continue quarreling. She flattened her lips.

“Okay.”

With that, Nellie turned her head and glanced at the housekeeper on the side.

“Mr. Butler.”

The little girl’s voice was soft and waxy as she spoke,

“Please tell Daddy that it was his fiancée who broke the wedding photo of him and Mommy. Tell Daddy to print two more to replace them!”

The little girl’s voice was gentle and cute, and the butler nodded quickly.

“Yes, I will!”

Standing on the spot, Cynthal looked at the butler’s face. Thinking about how he had just driven her away coldly, the anger in her heart could no longer be contained. She rushed forward, stopped Bethan in her tracks, and looked at Nellie triumphantly.

“What do you think Brettley would do to me if you told him I broke these photos? He loves me the most!”

“Oh.”

Nellie nodded slowly.

“If Daddy spoils you the most, why didn’t he hang a picture of you at home?”

Cynthal choked and was flabbergasted for a long while. Taking advantage of her stunned state, Bethan hurriedly left with Nellie. She did not want Nellie to get into too many conflicts with Cynthal, not because she was afraid of her, but because she did not want Nellie to be harmed; not even a single strand of hair off her head.

The door closed with a resounding bang, and Bethan left with Nellie in her arms. Cynthal recovered and finally realized what had happened. She stomped her feet angrily, her heels smashing into the shards of glass on the ground.

“B*tch!”

Rip! Lifted into the air by her heels, the shards of glass fell on her feet, and she gasped in pain. She narrowed her eyes fiercely at the servant standing at the side.

“Hurry up and help me!”

The servant hurriedly helped her out. When she got in the car, Cynthal looked at the wound on the back of her foot carefully, frowning.

“Go to the cosmetic surgery clinic.”

She had a big cut on her foot, and she did not want to leave scars. … Cosmetic Surgery Clinic.

“Dr. Zimmer!”

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