Chapter 6 – Divorced! Now What to Do?

“I’m done!”

The Little Princess sucked in a deep breath and took her time walking out of the bathroom. The room door opened. The tall man entered and immediately took Nellie into his arms. His embrace was warm and snug as Nellie laid her head on his shoulder, sighing softly. Was this what it felt like to be hugged by Daddy?

She hoped both her brothers would get the chance to feel it, too… Having a Daddy was not too bad after all!

“I heard from Lucas that you hired yourself a servant?”

Brettley frowned, asking lowly.

“Uh-huh.”

Nellie nodded as she pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

“Auntie is still inside, and she’s a very, very nice woman! Daddy, you have to get along with her in the future!”

Bethan, who was busy scrubbing the washbasin, furrowed her brows slightly. Why did she feel like…Nellie was trying to match her up with Brettley?

Brettley frowned and sent Nellie outside.

“Lucas, bring her to get some dessert.”

Once the door was closed, he entered the bathroom. Even though he said Nellie could choose her own servant, she was still a child—her ability to judge people was not as sharp as adults. The worried Brettley purposely came home to have a look. In the bathroom, Bethan tidied up the washbasin and turned around, only to notice that there were only white towels on the rack. She turned and opened the cupboard to find a pink towel and hung it on the rack. Nellie liked pink.

The bathroom was filled with steam and fog, and her slim figure fleeted around the bathroom familiarly as she busied herself. Her figure and her movements made Brettley feel like he was dreaming.

“Lulu…”

he uttered the two-syllable name involuntarily, and Bethan stiffened immediately. After a moment, she turned around and looked at Brettley with a smile on her face.

“Hello, Mr. Morrison.”

The woman’s unfamiliar features and voice brought his mind back to reality.

“It’s you?”

The woman in the department store last night. Bethan smiled slightly.

“Hello, I am Bethan.”

His brows furrowed sharply as he stared at her suspiciously.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Bethan.”

“What? Bethan?”

He squinted. A second later, his hand tightened around her throat as he pressed her into the ice-cold bathroom wall.

“Are you trying to say your family name is Peterson, and you’re Bethan Peterson?”

He glared at her, gaze cold, voice venomous.

“You deliberately knocked into me to talk to me yesterday, and not only are you here as my daughter’s nanny today, but

you even used my wife’s name? Someone like you?”

Bethan could not utter a word as his grip on her throat choked her. She struggled, but deep down, she scoffed. He still remembered she used to be Bethan Peterson. She thought he would have forgotten about her after enjoying his life with Cynthal as a couple these few years!

“Daddy!”

The bathroom door opened as Nellie rushed in frantically. She reached out her little arms and tugged at Brettley’s leg.

“Let her go! She’s in pain! If she’s hurt, I’ll feel so bad!”

The little girl was physically weak, but her voice was filled with anger and worry. Brettley paused before he released her. As she finally breathed in fresh air, Bethan fell to the floor in a heap as she grasped her neck and coughed.

“Are you okay?”

Nellie rushed toward her and patted Bethan’s chest anxiously.

“Is it bad? I’ll get you a doctor!”

With that, she turned and glared at Brettley angrily.

“Go and get a doctor!”

Lucas, who stood at the side, broke out in cold sweat. In Banyan City, Brettley Morrison was a god-like existence. Even most of the Morrison family elders did not dare to talk to him like that, yet this little girl took advantage of her identity as his daughter to talk to him with a tone as if he was a servant or slave. Brettley frowned slightly, turned, and glanced at Lucas.

“Get a doctor.”

Lucas was stunned silent.

“There’s no need for that.”

Bethan sucked in a deep breath as she stood up.

“I’m not so delicate that I need to see a doctor just because of this.”

With that, she raised her eyes and looked at Brettley.

“Mr. Morrison, my name is Bethan. Lu—na. I’m sorry for sharing the same name as your ex-wife, but there’s nothing I can do about this too.

“As for the incident in the department store, I did indeed knock into you accidentally. As for hiring me…”

She looked at him, her gaze calm.

“I just want a job that I’m good at, and it just so happened that the Little Princess and I clicked. I don’t harbor any other intentions toward you. I hope you won’t think too much.”

With that, Bethan lowered her head, voice soft and gentle as she spoke,

“I thought you went downstairs for some dessert?”

At the mention of this, the little girl’s face crumpled.

“The desserts here are too sweet. I don’t like them.”

“Do you want some cookies, then?”

“Yeah!”

“I’ll bake you some.”

“Okay!”

The Little Princess grabbed Bethan’s thumb and pulled her behind her arrogantly. When they reached the doorway, Nellie turned around and glanced at Brettley solemnly.

“Daddy, if you dare touch Auntie again… Not only will I run away from home, but I’ll report it to the police and tell them you’re violent and abusive!”

Brettley frowned as he gazed in the direction of the two girls—one older and the other younger—as they walked out of the room.

“Give me everything we have on Bethan.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Lucas nodded nervously, but Brettley called out to him before he could leave.

“The way I looked just now…”

He paused.

“Will it make Nellie think I’m a bad man?”

A daughter that almost literally fell out of the sky both delighted and confused him. He was delighted to find out Bethan was still alive and that he had a daughter, yet it confused him still… He had no idea how to interact with a little girl. All he wanted was to find out the woman’s true identity, but he forgot he had to leave a good impression on Nellie.

“A bit, yes…”

Lucas wiped at the sweat on his forehead.

“The Little Princess chose the servant herself

amongst many others. I can tell that she’s very fond of Bethan…”

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