Chapter 89 – Divorced! Now What to Do?

Neil frowned. “It’s ruined.“

“It’s at least better than staying in a hotel, don’t you think?“

The little boy pondered this suggestion for a moment. “Well, that’s true.“

He did not like staying at hotels. He always felt like scents of previous visitors still lingered in the room, making him uncomfortable.

Even though the apartment was burned and ruined, it was still home to him.

At that thought, the little guy jumped up from the ground. “Let’s go, then! “

The burned apartment did not even contain their daily necessities.

Before they made their way to the apartment, Bethan brought Neil to the mall for some shopping. When they were busy selecting and buying items, she noticed the new emblazoned across the big screen.

(Sources from Cynthal Peterson’s agency states that after the engagement was canceled, Cynthal didn’t allow her spirits to fall but instead tried her best to build a new path for herself. At the moment, she’s enrolled in an Australian university, studying to become a director Bethan tightened her hands that were wrapped around the handle of her shopping cart, her knuckles turning white.

Brettley…sent Cynthal to study overseas in Australia? No doubt about it then—he truly adored her.

Even if she made such a dreadful mistake, even if she almost killed his daughter a few times, he could still forgive her, even willingly paying to send her abroad to study.

Bethan did not know, however, was how Cynthal slammed her fists furiously against metal doors of the psychiatric hospital.

“Let me out! I’m not sick! “

In the burnt-down apartment, Bethan and Neil spent much time tidying up the place, and it was l0 p.m. when they were done.

When the clock rang signaling it was lopm, Neil immediately climbed into bed. “Mommy, I’m going to sleep now! “

Bethan, who was still busy cleaning the living room, smiled, stretched, and climbed into bed as well.

“Finally, I can sleep with Mommy again.“

Laying on the bed, Neil hugged his mother’s arm and rubbed his little head against her. “Since we came back, I haven’t been close to you at all. You’re with Nellie every day, and it’s hard for me to even hold you, Mommy.“

Neil’s words made Bethan feel slightly guilty. After all, Nellie was her treasure, but so were Neil and Nigel.

She was always worried about Nigel’s illness and Nellie’s safety, but she somehow neglected the smart and obedient Neil.

At that thought, she raised her hand and ruffled his hair. “After your brother’s illness is cured, Mommy will spend every day with the three of you.“

Neil pouted. “Mommy, you mean four.“

Bethan paused, smiling helplessly. “Right, four.“

She had to conceive Brettley’s child again to save Nigel.

“You may want to be with us every day, Mommy, but we might not want you to.“ Neil smiled at her cheekily and hugged her arm. “After Nigel recovers, he’ll definitely want to continue being a hacker, learning everything about computers and programming.

As for Nellie, she’ll surely want to work as a jewelry designer. She’ll be very, very busy.“

Bethan laughed lightly. “What about you?“

“I don’t know what I want to be in the future yet. If you’re nice to me, Mommy, I might consider helping you raise the kid.“

As she gazed at the boy’s serious expression, Bethan’s giggle spilled through her lips.

She raised her hand and ruffled his hair again. “Neil, I’ve never felt worried with you here.“

Even though Neil had made the wrong decision in the past by asking Nellie to reunite with Brettley, she had to admit that Neil was the sibling more capable o f taking care of her and his siblings compared to the eternally quiet Nigel and the somewhat childish and disobedient Nellie.

He was so young yet could take up the responsibility or caring for the entire family.

She did not know who he got his strong sense of responsibility from, but she knew it was not from Brettley.

Brettley…

He was the most irresponsible man she had ever met throughout her life.

Bethan sighed softly at the thought as she held Neil’s tiny body in her arms. “Got to sleep.“

She slept soundly through the night.

Early the next morning, Bethan was awakened by the fragrance of fresh food.

She opened her eyes, and the sounds of tinkering pots and pans drifted into her ears from the kitchen. Neil was preparing breakfast.

As the fragrance rushed into her nostrils, her gluttonous side was revealed.

She hurriedly climbed down the bed, washed herself, then sat obediently at the dining table like a child.

The real child, Neil, brought the freshly—prepared breakfast and placed it carefully in front of her. “Did you sleep well last night?“

“Very well.“ Bethan sucked in a deep breath. “It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten breakfast you prepared.“

Neil laughed. “Now you don’t have to go to Blue Bay Villa anymore, and since we’re living together, I can cook for you every day.“

Looking at the little guy acting so serious and mature, Bethan smiled helplessly. “Am I the adult here, or is it you?“

“I’m a man, “ said Neil as he turned resolutely and headed to the kitchen to fetch his breakfast. “Men have to take care of women. No matter how old he is, he has to take care of women.“

Bethan’s hand that held her spoon trembled slightly. She was reminded of Brettley.

He…had never taken care of her. Right…

Perhaps it was not that he did not know how to take care of others; perhaps it was that he did not take care of her.

She inhaled deeply at the thought and tried to scatter the messy, unnecessary thoughts in her mind before she ate.

They had only taken a few bites when the doorbell started ringing anxiously.

Bethan frowned.

The apartment was set on fire two weeks ago and had been empty since. How come someone would come knocking the moment she and Neil spent the night here?

“I’ll go and open the door.“ The frowning Neil put down his fork and spoon, his small body jumping down from his chair and strode to the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, “ came a little girl’s child—like voice outside the door. “Neil, it’s me, Nellie! I went to Godmother’s house, and she said the two of you didn’t go back last night, so I came here. I didn’t expect to find you and Mommy here! Quick, open the door! “

Hearing his sister’s voice, Neil grew excited. He immediately opened the door and spread his arms open. “Nellie! “

Outside the door stood Nellie, dressed in her usual princess-style dress, and Lily.

She saw her brother spreading his arms open in her direction, but she did not hug him.

She sniffed. “Something smells so good! “

The little girl walked past Neil and strode into the apartment. “Are you guys eating breakfast? Did you prepare some for me?“

“No.“ Neil returned to the dining table as he sulked and sat down to resume his breakfast.

The little girl sat pitifully at the other end of the dining table, resting her face in her hands. A pair of big, clear eyes stared at Neil’s breakfast unblinkingly. “It must be delicious, right?“

Neil and Bethan exchanged helpless glances.

A moment later, the little guy went to the kitchen and fetched a plate to divide a portion of his food and placed it in front of his sister. “Go on. Don’t say I tortured you.“

“Haha! “ Nellie lifted her fork and spoon excitedly, “ Neil, you’re the best! “

With that, she lifted her plate and started digging in.

Seeing her scarf down her food, Neil frowned. “That idiot Ly… That man didn’t prepare breakfast for you?“

“He did,“ Nellie pouted. “but I don’t like it. Mommy’s not there, so I wanted Lily to prepare breakfast for me, but the servants said Lily isn’t familiar with the kitchen, so they refused to let her enter the kitchen.

“They said the breakfast they made was delicious and wanted me to take a bite.

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