Cynthal carried a lunch box into the Morrison Group building. When she entered Brettley’s office, he had just finished his morning meeting. The man frowned.
“What are you doing here?”
Cynthal smiled and put down the lunch box.
“To bring you food, Brother-in-law.”
The term startled Brettley. He frowned.
“Why are you calling me that?”
“Since my sister is still alive and our engagement will be dissolved soon, I’ll address you as Brother-in- law from now on, just like before.”
Cynthal smiled and passed the food to Brettley.
“After our talk in the morning, I thought about it a lot. You’re right; I haven’t been fulfilling my responsibility recently.
“Even if we end our engagement, you will be my brother-in-law, and Nellie will be my niece, right?”
Brettley nodded.
“It’s only a pity that Nellie doesn’t like me…”
The woman sighed and graciously handed the fork to Brettley.
“Brother-in-law, I’d like to take Nellie out
tomorrow afternoon for a bonding session. After all, we’ll all be a family in the future. I hope Nellie won’t hate me so much,”
Cynthal said sincerely. Brettley hesitated for a while, then nodded. That was good. Judging from Cynthal’s attitude, she was regretting her actions. She and Nellie—one of them was Bethan Peterson’s sister, and the other was her daughter. They should not be in conflict in the first place.
“Thank you, Brother-in-law!”
Malice twinkled momentarily in her eyes.
“I’ll go make preparations, then!”
At dinner, Brettley told Nellie of his decision.
“I don’t want to hang out with her!”
Nellie rolled her eyes, her expression full of aversion.
“She’s so fierce!”
Brettley sighed lightly.
“Nellie, she is your aunt after all.”
If Bethan Peterson was there, she would be reluctant to see Nellie and Cynthal bicker and fight, would she not? In Bethan’s eyes, however, his kindness held a different meaning. Cynthal hurt Nellie again and again, but Brettley still tried to persuade Nellie to bond with her… In this man’s heart, she did not know how important Nellie was, but she knew that Cynthal should be the most important one to him. Sadness surged in her chest.
“Bethan.”
The man’s sudden call to her pulled her out of her thoughts. He glanced at her calmly.
“You’ll go with Nellie tomorrow. I’ll also send a few extra guards to follow you.”
Bethan sighed.
“Do I have to?”
“This isn’t something you as a servant should care about; you just need to take good care of Nellie.”
“…Yes, Sir.”
After dinner, Nellie went back to her room and rolled over on her bed.
“I don’t want to bond with that woman! I only have that much love, and after giving it to Mommy, I can’t give it to others anymore!”
Her disposition amused Bethan, and as she comforted her, she texted Nigel. It had been another day that she had not seen her son, and she missed the brat. [Mommy. Don’t go to Cynthal’s date tomorrow.] Looking at the contents of Cynthal’s phone synced on the tablet, it was clearly titled, [Kill the b*stard.] Although there was no specific plan, a chill grew in his chest as he read the title. [Mommy, don’t go, do you understand?!]
Bethan frowned.
“Why?”
“That woman has bad intentions!”
The emotional Neil responded quickly,
“Mommy, I can’t explain it to you how I found out exactly, but it’s blatant she wants to hurt Nellie. Don’t go out with her tomorrow!”
The woman sighed.
“Neil, what you can think of, I can think of as well, but you have to know that I’m powerless. I can’t decide for Nellie. Brettley had always been on guard for her.”
If Bethan prevented Nellie and Cynthal from ‘bonding’, Brettley’s suspicion over her would heighten. She only had very little power to protect Nellie with her given status, which was why she was enraged when Neil sent Nellie to Brettley. She took a deep breath.
“Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to protect Nellie.”
After all, the amusement park was also a crowded place. In public, with herself and the bodyguards that Brettley sent, Cynthal could never do as she pleased.
“But…”
Neil was well aware of his mother’s situation. He pursed his lips, his voice sullen,
“I shouldn’t have asked Nellie to reunite with Brettley Morrison…”
He only wanted Nellie to act as a fly on the wall for Mommy so she could complete her plan as soon as possible, but he did not expect that Cynthal would try so desperately to attack a six-year-old girl!
“Let’s not talk about this.”
Bethan sighed.
“Mommy can’t take care of you now. You have to get along with your godmother. Do you hear me?”
“Okay.”
Neil’s voice was dull.
“I’ll hang up then, Mommy.”
“And,”
the woman frowned.
“Be good. Don’t cook up any more plans regarding Cynthal and Brettley anymore, do you hear me?”
“Alright.”
…
Early the next morning, Cynthal arrived at Blue Bay Villa. Because of Brettley’s orders, the bodyguard stopped her outside the door.
Standing in the courtyard outside the villa, Cynthal smiled and called out Nellie’s name.
“Nellie, come out!”
“I’m taking you out for some fun!”
“Nellie!”
In the children’s room upstairs, Nellie sat in front of the small mirror and watched Bethan comb her hair, lips flat in dissatisfaction.
“I don’t want such an aunt at all. I hate her! I hate her so much!”
The little girl continued to mutter,
“Why did Daddy ask me to hang out with her? I told him I don’t like her, yet he’s still making me go out with her!”
Bethan’s hand that combed her hair slowly paused.
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