Chapter 53 – Divorced! Now What to Do?

“I’ve promised you that I’ll never hurt Nellie nor slander your ex-wife. You should stop asking me any more questions.“ She immediately turned and left, shutting the door on her way out. Brettley remained in the same spot as he, in a daze, gazed at her retreating form. His palms still felt warm after holding her waist. He…somehow involuntarily did something he should not do to her again. Brettley turned and returned to his chair. He opened the folder on his computer and flipped through the photos of Bethan Peterson one by one with a complicated gaze. He should not have. He should not have done things to a woman he barely knew, not while Bethan Peterson was still alive. After a while, he picked up his phone.

“Lucas, bring me tomorrow’s documents. I’m going to work late.

” Half an hour later, Lucas arrived with the documents.

“Sir, this is…“ Brettley ignored him and started browsing through the documents. A faint lipstick stain was on the sleeve of Brettley’s white shirt. Lucas recognized the color. It was the same shade of lipstick Bethan wore that day, and that meant… Lucas recalled the previous night that Brettley worked late. He was torturing himself because that was the night he molested Bethan. That day was the same, so was Brettley using work as a punishment? At that thought, Lucas sighed heavily.

“Sir, why don’t I find another maid for Ms. Nellie?”

“Now is not the time yet.“

Brettley sighed lightly.

“Nellie won’t be able to leave her yet. The replacement of servants has to be done slowly.“ Lucas looked at Brettley and furrowed his brows tightly. He doubted that Nellie was the only one who was unable to leave Bethan. Brettley was the same, too. After Bethan Peterson left, Brettley never had a woman by his side for almost six years. If she was not alive, Lucas felt that Bethan the servant was a great choice. Nellie liked her, at least, and Brettley did not hate her either. However…

Lucas took a deep breath. In the end, he could not help but remind Brettley,

“Sir, don’t forget that you still have to get the missus back.“ Brettley lifted his head and looked at him with an ambiguous smile.

“Are you trying to teach me what to do?“ Brettley’s gaze was so cold that Lucas instantly shuddered.

“I just remembered. I should get off work.“

At that, Lucas immediately opened the door and escaped for his life. The door of the study room was shut once again. Brettley looked at the photos on his computer and sighed heavily. How could she send her daughter back then vanish into thin air? Bethan Peterson…where was she? How was she? Why did she leave without saying goodbye and even got herself into an accident?

“Brettley, how do you have the time to visit me out of the blue?“

The next morning, Granny Morrison was sitting on the sofa at the Morrison Mansion, smiling at Brettley in front of her.

“Did someone say anything to you?“

“Of course.

” Brettley smiled flatly, took the piece of the one-million-dollar check from his shirt pocket, and placed it on the coffee table.

“Granny, you sure are generous with your money.“ Granny Morrison saw the check on the coffee table, and her face instantly turned pale. She guessed that Brettley would come to look for her because of that Bethan woman, but she did not expect that Bethan would pass the check to Brettley. Granny Morrison laughed drily.

“I ‘m not being… She’s by your side after all.“

“None of my servants are worth that much.“ Brettley raised his eyes and looked at Granny Morrison as he coldly remarked,

“She’s just an ordinary maid. She isn’t important to me. To you, even less so.“ Then, he pushed the check toward Granny Morrison.

“I know you can’t finish spending your money. If you have nowhere to spend them, I suggest you donate them to charity. I don’t wish for things like this to happen in the future. Please don’t do things behind my back.“ Granny Morrison frowned at those words. She coldly stomped her walking stick on the ground and glared at him.

“I’m doing it all for your own good. That maid… Other than a pretty face, how could she compare to Cynthal? You call off the engagement just for a lowly maid. How could I just sit and do nothing?“ Brettley changed into a more comfortable position on the sofa. He looked at Granny Morrison indifferently,

” Cynthal told you that I’m calling off the engagement because of Bethan?“

“Of course not!

” Granny Morrison rolled her eyes at him.

“Cynthal is so kind and mature. Why would she complain about this to me? She accidentally talked about it. She told me that this will be the last time she’ll celebrate my birthday as my granddaughter-in-law. I pestered her for a long time, and only then did she tell me that you were calling off the marriage.

“You were just photographed by the press the other day shopping with the maid, yet you called off the marriage with Cynthal two days later. You’re saying that this is just a coincidence?“ Brettley smiled.

“Granny, since when has your mind become so meticulous?“ Granny Morrison rolled her eyes at him.

“I ‘ve always been that way!”

“Okay, I’ll treat you as such. You could think of using a million dollars to get Bethan to leave me just from what Cynthal said, but…

“You’d do well to listen, Granny Morrison. Even if there is no Bethan, even if she took the million dollars and went away, I ‘d still call off the marriage with Cynthal. This won’t affect my decision, so save the money. It’s pointless.“ Brettley then stood up to leave.

“Brettley Morrison !“ The infuriated Granny Morrison took the teacup on the coffee table and threw it at Brettley. Smash!

The teacup landed next to Brettley’s feet. It shattered as the tea splashed onto his pants. Brettley stopped in his tracks, but he did not turn back. Granny Morrison gritted her teeth.

“What on earth are you trying to do? Back then, you insisted on marrying Bethan Peterson into the Morrison family against all of our objections. She married into the family for a few years, yet she didn’t even bear you any children before she died in an accident.

“After her death, you rejected all the women that the family arranged for you. You insisted on Cynthal as your fiancée. It’s been five years, and now you’re calling off the engagement? Are you planning to wait for another six years before getting married? I just want grandchildren. How hard is that?“ Brettley turned back and looked at Granny Morrison.

“If you just want grandchildren, I’ll fulfill your wish. I’ve made up my mind with Cynthal. Stop wasting your efforts.“ Then, Brettley stormed off and left Granny Morrison glaring at him furiously on the spot. Would her wishes be fulfilled? How would he do that? Bethan Peterson had been dead for six years, and he had not touched a single woman since. He and Cynthal had been living separately; they did not even share the same bed! Where in the world was he going to give her grandchildren? Granny Morrison was furious at the thought.

The butler beside her passed Granny Morrison a mirror.

“Granny, don’t be angry. You’ll get older faster that way.“

Granny Morrison looked at the mirror and saw the necklace she was wearing. Cynthal especially gave the necklace to her so that she would help Cynthal get rid of the maid. However, at that moment, not only did she fail to do so, but Brettley even left her with a warning! Granny Morrison was even more depressed at the thought, and her mood remained so for the rest of the morning. By noon, after her nap, she felt much better, but she had just woken up when a servant knocked on her door and said,

“Granny, Ms. Peterson has been waiting for you downstairs for half an hour already.“ Granny Morrison unwillingly went downstairs.

“Granny! ” Upon hearing Granny Morrison coming down the stairs, Cynthal excitedly got up and smiled at her.

“Granny, how did it go? I heard that Brettley came to look for you this morning. What did he say to you?

” Granny Morrison sighed.

“Cynthal, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but Brettley is being stubborn—”

“Granny.” Before Granny Morrison could finish her sentence, Cynthal took another box out from behind her.

“I brought you another design by Mr. Y. This is the same series a s the one on your neck. Have a look at it. Do you like it?” Granny looked at the box in Cynthal’s hand. She coughed dryly.

“Let me think of another way.”

“Granny, you’re the best!”

Cynthal excitedly passed the box to Granny Morrison.

” Have a look, Granny. This is one of Mr. Y’s designs. It’s the same series as the necklace on your neck. Isn’t it beautiful?“

“It is beautiful.“ Granny Morrison loved the necklace. Inexplicably, Bethan the maid’s words rang in her ears suddenly. ‘But, the fake necklace on your neck is probably worth much less than a million, right?’

Granny Morrison furrowed her brows and looked at Cynthal somewhat uncomfortably.

“Cynthal, is your necklace…a fake?“ Mr. Y was a jewelry designer who had made a name for himself abroad in the past two years. His fame was second only to the famous designer Moon. Mr. Y had left the jewelry industry so abruptly, however. His designs were obsolete, hence the prices of his jewelry have gone up from the initial million-dollar mark to more than lo million dollars. Granny Morrison had seen the news, that was why she would give Bethan a million dollars on Cynthal’s behalf.

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