Bethan frowned and glanced at her. “Who?” “Brettley Morrison.”
Her hand that was cleaning herself paused slightly.
A second later, she laughed self-deprecatingly, That joke’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking.”
Anne winked at her. “Imagine this, Brettley didn’t really love you six years ago, he was just putting on a n act. And now, Alice Peterson used your identity and returned to him. She started making decisions the moment she returned, to let you and Cynthal go. If I was Brettley, I would hate her too, of course, I wouldn’t be all lovey-dovey with her.”
Bethan paused for a second, and looked at her helplessly. “So?”
“I think you still have a chance, try your best to seduce him. Besides, you’ll run as soon as you get pregnant, you don’t plan to spend the rest of your life with him.”
Bethan paused. “We’ll talk about this later.”
Her mind was in a mess.
After tidying herself up, Bethan slung her backpack on and walked downstairs.
The moment she walked out of the door to her building, Bethan was surrounded by the reporters that were hiding outside.
“Ms. Bethan, may I ask why you’re staying here instead of Blue Bay Villa?”
“Ms. Bethan, I heard Mr. Morrison’s ex-wife, Ms. Peterson is back, what do you plan to do?”
“Has Mr. Morrison dumped you?”
“You were dumped the moment you announced your relationship with Mr. Morrison, Ms. Bethan do you still plan on working at the Morrison Group?”
Facing the reporters with their cameras in all shapes and sizes, Bethan frowned.
Why would these reporters be here at Anne’s apartment?
Only the Petersons who were outside the police station, Brettley, Anne, and her boyfriend knew she spent the night at Anne’s apartment.
Brettley did not have to humiliate her with a scheme like this.
So this could only be Cynthal’s plot.
She snorted. Such a troublemaker, stirring up trouble for her the moment she was released from jail. Her sister was dedicated indeed.
With this thought, she barked out a laugh, swiped her hair back elegantly and said, “I’m sorry, but you should ask Mr. Morrison about this instead. I did announce my relationship with Mr. Morrison and his ex-wife did come home. Whether we would break up or not, and whether I will continue working at the Morrison Group, these are all Mr. Morrison’s decisions, aren’t they? Should I tell you his address?”
Her calm and collected expression, and how she turned their questions against them silenced the reporters.
“If there’s nothing important, I’m heading to work now.”
With that, she held onto the strap of her bag and walked out of the crowd of reporters elegantly.
When she left the housing area, Bethan climbed into a taxi and her phone rang.
It was Brettley.
Bethan hesitated for a second but answered.
“I saw the news.”
On the other end of the phone, the man’s voice remained cool and detached. “I asked Lucas to take care of it.”
She curled her lips emotionlessly. “Thank you, Mr. Morrison.”
There was a long silence from the other end of the phone.
“Last night I wanted to visit you but your friend said you were asleep.”
She turned and looked out the car window. “If you have anything to say, just tell me through the phone.”
Brettley sighed faintly, “Alice is back now, there’s no need to continue our charade. Thank you for taking care of Nellie and Neill all these years. Alice and I will take good care of them. In the future, you should… try not to see them. Children’s emotions come and go in an instant, I hope they can get along with Alice, and slowly grow to accept her as their biological mother. Your work at the Morrison Group will remain the same, but you don’t have to teach Nellie anymore, I’ll hire another teacher.”
Bethan clutched her phone tightly, listening to Brettley’s arrangements on the other end, she felt like crying and laughing at the same time.
She only returned to get one of Brettley’s ‘seeds’ to cure Nigel’s disease.
But who would expect that now, by some cruel trick of destiny, she had turned into a kidnapping stepmother?
And now, she was forced to part with her children whom she had raised for six years.
She closed her eyes, remained silent for a long while, then finally laughed softly, “Alright.”
Hanging up the phone, her fingers brushed at the tears at the corners of her eyes.
When she woke up this morning, she received a long voice message that Nellie and Neil sent to her.
The children were smart and thoughtful, they were worried she would be sad, so they prepared a whole speech filled with their warm words to try and make her happy.
But the more obedient they were, the harder it was for her to control her emotions.
She was not a good mother.
It was so simple, but she messed it all up.
And even now, she could not make Cynthal pay for her actions.
At the office, no matter where she went, fingers pointed at her and talked about her behind her back.
She knew what they were talking about, what they were laughing about, but she did not care.
She had no choice but to stay on at the Morrison Group.
Throughout the whole day, she buried herself in her work, not giving herself any downtime to rest.
In the evening after work, Bethan walked to the bus stop, exhausted.
A car rolled to a stop in front of her.
The window rolled down and exposed Cynthal’s smiling face. “I’m going to study abroad in Europe tomorrow, should I treat you to a cup of coffee as a goodbye?”
Bethan turned, not even bothering to look at her. “I’m not interested.”
“You’re not interested, even if it’s about your life and birth?”
“What life and birth?”
“I knew you would be interested.”
Cynthal curled her lips into a smile. “Get in, I won’t eat you.”
Cynthal brought Bethan to a coffee shop nearby. “Spit it out.”
Sitting on the chair, Bethan sucked in a deep breath and looked at the woman in front of her with cold eyes.
Cynthal sipped her coffee. “I wanted to give some time as a buffer…”
Then, she set down the cup of coffee in her hands. “
Hearing me saying I want to discuss your life and birth with you, do you think, you might very possibly not be, Mom and Dad’s child?”
Bethan frowned and said nothing.
“It’s understandable if you think that. After all, all these years Mom and Dad treated you like an adopted daughter. But the truth is in fact the complete opposite.”
Cynthal switched into a more comfortable position and lay her back on the sofa. “I’m not their biological daughter.”
Bethan’s hand that was holding her cup paused in mid-air.
After a long while, she finally found her voice. “How is that possible…”
Her parents loved Cynthal dearly. They bought her the best, the most expensive items. As her elder sister, Bethan could only get her pass-me-downs.
And now Cynthal was saying, she was not their biological daughter?!
“I’m not entirely unrelated to them.”
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