When Bethan returned home, she immediately noticed her sister’s and husband’s shoes on the floor. The groaning sounds coming from inside confirmed her worst fears. She had dreamed of bearing his child, but now her love was shattered by their betrayal.
Unbeknownst to Bethan, her evil sister had orchestrated the entire affair. Ever since childhood, her sister had tried to take everything from her. Not only did Bethan’s heart break, but she also nearly lost her life in a staged car accident on a rainy day.
Six years later, Bethan came back from Europe, ready to uncover all the hidden truths.
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.…
This was not right! This had the same taste as what Bethan Peterson made! His job needed him to socialize a lot. Back then, when they were still together, Brettley would always come home drunk. Every time that he was hungover, Bethan Peterson would make him this soup to sober him up. She liked to…
He must have felt terrible when she suddenly ignored his presence, then. This was not because he cared about Bethan; it was his ego reacting. Bethan put the cup of tea down, turned, and left. “Stop, “ Brettley haughtily called from behind just as Bethan’s hand was on the doorknob. Bethan hesitated for a while…
”Mr. Morrison, how confident of you.” ”What else could it be, then?” Brettley wiped his mouth as he smirked with hostility. ”You kept pretending to be my wife. You came here willingly to be my maid, constantly pleasing my daughter. You even tried to drive a wedge in between my fiancée and me! Bethan, you’re…
“No need, no need.“ Neil rolled his eyes. He was about to open the thermos cup and pretend to take a sip. His expression then seemed as if he thought of something as he passed the cup to Brettley. “Uncle Brettley, do you want to try some? I made it myself! It tastes amazing! “…
Just as she was deep in her thoughts, a black Maserati stopped at the entrance of the hospital. “It’s Daddy! “ Nellie immediately let go of Bethan’s hand and ran as quickly as her short stumpy legs could take her toward the car. Seeing how worried her daughter was, a strange emotion overwhelmed Bethan. She…
Bethan shut her eyes. She did not even have any laxatives, so she could only come up with something. “On the bottom drawer of my nightstand.“ Those were vitamins which she bought not long ago. She intended to let Nellie have them. Under such circumstances, however, she only had that to offer. “Lucas.“ Brettley flatly…
“Mmh.“ “Ah.“ Brettley raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Who knew that Ms. Bethan would be such a caring person to an unknown child?“ Bethan nodded and smiled lightly. “Yes, that’s my biggest flaw. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have tried so hard to be your maid in Blue Bay Villa and almost got myself molested by you,…
“Enough. “ Bethan inhaled deeply and got the guest bed ready. “You’ll stay here for the night. Tomorrow, I’ll get a servant to send you back.“ “Hmm.“ Neil entered the guest bedroom and obediently sat on the bed. “Goodnight, Mommy! “ Looking at his dark eyes, Bethan rather worriedly instructed, “Sleep tight. Don’t run about…
He carefully returned to the guest bedroom. Once he was under his covers, he texted, (Nigel, resume the surveillance and recordings]. (Mmh.] Nigel texted while controlling the system, (What took you so long?] Even if the size of Brettley’s folders were huge, it would not take so long. Neil was silent for a while before…