Chapter 41 – Divorced! Now What to Do?

Bethan did not sleep well that night.

She kept dreaming about all the things that she went through with Brettley. The flutter of her heart during her first encounter with him, the happiness she felt when they had their wedding photos taken, the rush of their wedding… She kept asking Brettley why in her dreams. Why? Why should her love be completely wiped out like this? When she woke up, her pillow was wet with tears. Turns out, the pain one suffered in love was not that easy to let go of even after so many years.

“Mommy.“ Nellie was standing by her bed with a tissue in her hand. She carefully wiped away Bethan’s tears. “Did Daddy make you angry again?“ Bethan shut her eyes and hugged Nellie in her arms. Feeling the warmth of Nellie’s body, she suddenly felt energized once again. For the past six years, her three children were her motivation to continue living. No matter what, she would not abandon them. “Mommy, stop crying.“ Nellie gently patted Bethan on her back. She comforted gently, “No matter what, Nigel, Neil, and I will always be on your side. Don’t be sad.“ Nellie’s comforts touched Bethan. She hugged Nellie for a long time until Lucas came knocking on her door.

“Bethan, are you awake?“ Bethan furrowed her brows. She pushed Nellie away and opened the door.

“What is it?“

“If you’re awake, can you make some soup for Brettley to sober up?“ Lucas stood by the door with an embarrassed expression. “He has an important meeting later, but he drank too much last night. He is still hungover. It’s still early, the other servants are not here yet, so I could only ask you to do it.“ Bethan nodded. “Okay.“ Then, she put on a jacket and headed downstairs. In the kitchen, she put the ingredients into the pot and boiled it. Then, she started making breakfast for Nellie. Standing at the entrance of the kitchen, Lucas stood there. He was hesitant to say something.

“Just spit it out, “ Bethan said without looking at him while making breakfast. Lucas looked awkward. After a while, he lifted his head and looked at Bethan’s almost-perfect side profile. “Yesterday at Ms. Peterson’s house…I lied.“ Bethan was chopping vegetables when her hand paused a little. After a short while, she continued what she was doing. “What did you lie about?“

“The matter yesterday, Ms. Peterson should be the one that planned it.“ Lucas took a deep breath. He could see that Bethan has cried recently. Taking into account how Bethan stormed off at Cynthal’s house, Lucas guessed that the matter yesterday must have gotten to her. Hence, he felt that he owed her an explanation. “I found out that the bank account that was used to transfer to the spammers’ syndicate was indeed Ms. Peterson’s personal bank account.“ Bethan sneered, but she pretended to nonchalantly chop vegetables. “So why did you say it was the company’s account?“ He did not need to say it explicitly, it must be under Brettley’s instruction. She understood. “Ms. Peterson is Brettley’s fiancée.“ Lucas took a deep breath. “She will be the mistress of this house in the future. There are some things we should keep to ourselves. There is no need to embarrass her in public. Furthermore, the incident was settled perfectly. No one on the internet is talking about this anymore.“ Then, he looked at Bethan. “Don’t take it to heart. It is only normal for us, as servants, to be aggrieved for the sake of our masters.“

“Is it so?“ Bethan stopped whatever she was doing. She turned off the fire and poured the soup out. ”Just because I am a servant, I am destined to be bullied by Cynthal and I can’t fight back. Is that it?”

Six years ago, when she was the mistress of the house, no one showed her the respect that she deserved.

Lucas hesitated for a while, “Yes.“

“That is your own theory.“ Bethan found a spoon and tray from the cabinet and washed them. “I have gone through enough grievances in my entire life. I do not want to feel that way anymore.“ Then, she held the tray, went past Lucas, and headed upstairs.

Lucas stood on the same spot. Looking at her slender figure, his eyes dimmed. If there was a choice, who would want to feel aggrieved? However, if they did not win over Cynthal at that moment, it would be too late when she married into the family. Master Bedroom. When Bethan entered with the soup, Brettley was leaning on the head of the bed, looking at his phone. He was still hungover from the night before. His head hurt so much that he had difficulty getting out of bed. His mind was foggy. He had trouble remembering what happened the day before.

When Bethan entered, Brettley furrowed his brows and put his phone down. At the thought about his actions the night before, Bethan’s expressions turned cold. She came in with an ice -cold expression and passed the soup to him.

Brettley furrowed his brows lightly. He swept a glance at her reddened and puffy eyes. “Were you crying?“ This was the same question he asked her the night before. Bethan could not help but sneer. She locked eyes with him and said mockingly, “Mr. Morrison, you asked me the same time last night in the living room. Are you trying to reenact the scene? Pinning me down the very next second, then telling me how you met your wife?“ Brettley frowned. He barely remembered anything from the night before. “I…told you about my wife last night?“

“Yes.“ Seeing how Brettley did not take the soup, Bethan immediately placed the spoon and soup by his nightstand. “Mr. Morrison, you even said that you got engaged with Ms. Peterson all because of your wife. Your wife must be a great person. She died while pregnant. She could barely care for her children, yet she did not forget to put her sister in her will. “Those that know would understand how great your wife is. Those that don’t will think that you have a secret ongoing relationship with Ms. Peterson and you killed your wife to silence her! “ This was what she has been holding in her heart for a long time. She wanted to tell that to Brettley’s face for a long time. She wanted to see his reaction when he heard these words. She wanted to see him panic when his lies were being exposed. However, she was disappointed. Brettley did not panic at all, neither was he frantic. He looked at her indifferently. “Who gave you the permission to talk about my family? You are just a servant.“ He did not need to explain himself to a servant, but he could not deny that her words made him uncomfortable. Extremely uncomfortable. For the past six years, he has been thinking about Bethan Peterson day and night. He could not let anyone defame her or misunderstand his feelings for her. “Yes, I am only a servant.“ Bethan chuckled bitterly. Her eyes turned colder. “I have no right to talk about my master’s family affairs. I also do not have the right to seek justice for myself. Even if I was secretly photographed and insulted by others, I can only bear it. After all, the mistress of this house is your fiancée, Ms. Peterson! “ Then, Bethan did not care what reaction Brettley had, she turned and left. Brettley looked at the door being slammed shut. He frowned hard. After a while, he remembered that he had a meeting. He took the bowl of soup by the nightstand and drank them.

The taste of the soup… Suddenly, his sharp eyes widened.

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