Chapter 79 – Divorced! Now What to Do?

Nellie had narrowly escaped death multiple times. Although she was a mentally strong girl, having encountered hardships and difficulties since she was young, it was still a very emotionally overwhelming event for a young child to witness her father showing mercy towards the woman who had almost killed her. It was unforgivable!

“It’s already late now,“ Nigel said, letting out a sigh. “I’ll try to comfort her tomorrow after she wakes up.”

Neil nodded. “Okay.“

Neil was the one who sent Nellie back to be with Brettley. He had done that so that Bethan would have a reason to reach out to Brettley and so that there would be someone helping her from the inside. However, the situation now spun totally out of his control. Neil was a bright boy, but even he was at a loss now.

Neil sighed and lowered his head to glance at Bethan on the floor below him. She was utterly wasted now at this point.

There was a hotel on the floor above the bar. Malcolm was trying to drag her up the stairs, carrying her entire weight on his body. Despite that, he was very courteous and did not try to take advantage of her.

Neil let out another sigh at this sight. Sometimes, he really appreciated all the things that his godfather did for them. However, he could not understand why Malcolm still had not managed to win over Bethan’s heart.

Malcolm laid Bethan down on the bed of the hotel room. Then, just as he was about to pour her a glass of water, his phone rang. He frowned and picked up the phone.

“Sir,“ said a low voice from the other end of the line. “We’ve managed to track Cynthal down. Brettley has locked her up in a mental institution.“

Malcolm immediately froze upon hearing this.

“They’re keeping her in the maximum-security ward. It will be impossible for us to break her out without anyone knowing.“

Malcolm frowned. “Alright, I understand.“ He hung up the phone and lowered his gaze, only to discover that Bethan was staring at him drunkenly. She tugged on his sleeve and said, “I heard… I heard someone mention Cynthal’s name.“

Her voice was slurred, but Malcolm could still make out what she said next. “Where is she? I thought you said you would help me find her and make her pay.“

“This is a lot more difficult than we thought,“ Malcolm replied, patting her head gently. “Brettley has locked her up somewhere to protect her. We have no idea what to do yet.“

The hopeful look in Bethan’s eyes immediately dissipated and was replaced by distress. She did not want to believe this. She could not believe that the woman who had almost killed her child managed to get off scot-free.

Malcolm felt a twinge of hurt upon seeing the crestfallen look on Bethan’s face. “I promise you, as soon as I manage to get my hands on her, I will make her pay. In the meantime, you should lie down first. I’ll get you some water.“

Bethan nodded obediently and laid down in the middle of the bed. Malcolm turned around and headed into the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water.

The moment he returned, however, the bedroom was empty. The hotel room door had been flung wide open, and there was no sign of Bethan anywhere.

Malcolm immediately set down the glass of water and picked up his phone in a panic. “Hello, I need help finding someone! “

Brettley could not sleep a wink.

He was in his study, with a massive pile of documents stacked up on his desk. However, he did not feel like dealing with work anymore, so he got up and headed out into the garden for some fresh air.

The chilly air outside immediately made him feel better. However, all of a sudden, he caught a whiff of alcohol. He frowned and turned in the direction where the smell seemed to be coming from.

A drunken woman stood a few feet away, glaring at him. “I hate you.“ She was obviously wasted, but the hatred in her eyes and tone was adamant. Brettley could not help frowning at this sight.

The cool night breeze drifted through the air.

Brettley curled his lips into a smirk and gave Bethan an icy glance. “Why do you hate me?“

“I hate you…“ Bethan let out a dry laugh and looked up at him. “I hate you because you don’t give a sh*t about me, and you don’t give a sh*t about Nellie either! “

Brettley took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. “What do you mean, I don’t give a sh*t about Nellie?“

Bethan froze. “If you care about her… then why aren’t you punishing Cynthal?“ Bethan pursed her lips and struggled to form her next sentence. She was feeling dizzy from the alcohol and stumbled in Brettley’s direction until she eventually slumped against him. “ Just be honest… you don’t care at all… you don’t care about Nellie, and you don’t care about me either.“

Brettley did not feel like entertaining her at first, but now that Bethan had slumped against him, he had no choice but to put his arms around her and prop her up.

“Don’t touch me… “ Bethan slurred, her whole body weak. “You love Cynthal… you love Cynthal, but not me! “

“You don’t give a single sh*t about me at all! I don’t understand. I don’t understand why you don’t care about me, yet you still kept me close to you, you still kissed me, and you almost slept with me…“ Bethan cried, her voice shaking.

The dim moonlight cast down from the night sky and illuminated the anguish in her eyes. Brettley felt his heart leap into his throat at this sight.

He paused for a moment before letting out a forced laugh and whispering, ”What made you think… what made you think I don’t care about you?”

His low voice was carried away by the breeze, but Bethan still heard it clear as day. She froze and did not say anything further.

Brettley did not push her away. Instead, he put out his cigarette with an air of slight annoyance. ”Bethan, you’re treading on dangerous ground here.”

He had been waiting for his ex-wife for six years now, yet now, this woman, who appeared out of nowhere and coincidentally shared the same name as his one true love , was causing his determination to waver. In some instances, Bethan reminded him of his ex-wife, so much so that he could not help feeling guilty of his growing feelings toward her.

Bethan, who was still slumped against him, did not say anything in response. Brettley frowned and gently turned her around, only to realize that she had fallen asleep. Her face was still tear-stained, and her eyes swollen.

Brettley let out a sigh and picked her up in a swift motion. Then, he strode back into the house.

Previously, Bethan had slept in Nellie’s room with her, but today, Nellie was in such a bad mood that she had locked her door. Besides, Brettley did not want to put this drunk in the same room with his daughter anyway.

He paused, still holding her in his arms, and contemplated his options. Then, after a moment, he carried her up the stairs and into his master bedroom, where he carefully laid her down in the middle of his bed.

Lucas froze at this sight. “Sir…”

“Ask the kitchen to prepare some soup, ” Brettley ordered.

“… Alright.”

“Brettley Morrison, I hate you…” Bethan muttered in her sleep.

Brettley took off his jacket and loosened his tie. He stood above her, looking down at her sleeping figure from his great height.

She said she hated him, but why? Was it simply because of Cynthal? Or was it because he did not try to stop her from leaving?

Lucas was waiting impatiently at the kitchen entrance. Inside the kitchen, the servants were busy preparing the soup that Brettley had ordered.

Nellie woke up in the middle of the night and went downstairs to drink water, overhearing the conversation between Lucas and their servant.

“Sir’s situation is more urgent. The woman is dead drunk.“

Alarm bells started ringing the little girl’s head. Woman, dead drunk?

She bit her lip and approached them furiously, raised her head and looked at him.

“Lucas, what woman are you talking about? What happened to my Daddy?“

Lucas jumped up in shock. “Little princess.“

“I’m asking you what woman, what do you mean dead drunk?“

Lucas sighed helplessly, he had no choice but to tell the truth. “It’s Bethan. She’s drunk and Sir brought her into his bedroom.“

The little girl paused.

After a moment, she finally bit her lip and said, “ Then… quickly prepare a drink for her hangover.“

Then as if she remembered something important, she looked at Lucas innocently. “I heard people become more honest when they’re drunk? Is it true?“

Lucas was surprised. “Little princess, who taught you that?“

“I saw it on TV.“

The little girl pursed her lips. “Prepare some wine for me, I want to have a drink with Daddy! “

She remembered her godfather used to blurt out his true feelings that he liked her mother when he was drunk.

Daddy would do that too!

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