With that, he sucked in a deep breath, raised his leg, and stepped into the elevator.
When both of them reached the ground floor, Luke was leaning on the wall in the lobby smoking a cigarette. Seeing Bethan and Brettley come down, the first thing he did was call his subordinate and ask him to go to Gwen’s ward and look after her.
“Don’t worry, Gwen won’t try to commit suicide again.”
Bethan looked at how he worried he was and could not help but laugh, “Luke, have you dated a girl before? “
Luke rolled his eyes at her, lifted his legs, and entered the elevator. Looking at Luke’s retreating back, Bethan could not help it and burst out laughing.
“This man was awkward but cute. If he was less domineering, he would be a good match for Gwen.”
Seeing Bethan look at Luke from behind, stupefied, Brettley narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, “
Interested in him?”
She turned and glanced at him, “No, I’m only interested in you, Mr. Morrison.”
He frowned, swept his eyes at her coldly then turned and walked out the door.
Bethan sucked in a deep breath and hurriedly chased after him.
The two of them sat down in a coffee shop outside the hospital.
Bethan sipped at her coffee and smiled as she looked at Brettley. “I have a favor to ask of you.”
Brettley leaned back on the chair indifferently and looked at her. “What favor? You want me to help you persuade Luke to allow Gwen to abort her child?”
Bethan paused, then nodded. “Yes.”
He lifted his lips in a smile. “You should know, with the current state that her body is in, her life will be endangered if she undergoes the abortion. I would suggest for her to play around for a few months, then abort the baby when the surgery isn’t life- threatening.”
Bethan placed the coffee mug on the table. “But if she waits for a while more before getting the abortion, the baby is going to have a heartbeat.”
Brettley raised his eyebrows. “So? It can’t be aborted once it has a heartbeat?”
Bethan’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach at his words. Back then, after the accident, she hated Brettley to his core. And so, she once considered aborting her own unborn children. But back then the three little kids already had heartbeats. She could not bear to do it. That’s why she tried her best to give birth to them.
And now Brettley was asking her a question like this. Bethan found it ironic. She curled her lips. “Then what if it was your own child? Back then, when Bethan Peterson met with an accident and fell into the ocean, your children already had heartbeats. If she shared the same thoughts as you, do you think you would still be able to see Neil and Nellie now?”
Brettley frowned. “That’s different.” “How is it different?”
“Bethan Peterson loved me.”
Bethan almost lost her cool and laughed out loud. How thick-skinned could he be?
Back then, he almost killed her and their three children, and now when he mentioned the past, he could still be so sure, so confident that even if the children did not have heartbeats yet, she would still keep them.
Because she still loved him.
Where did his confidence come from, to think that the woman he almost pushed into the gates of hell would still love him?
Brettley clearly read the disdain and scorn in her eyes. He frowned, leaning back on the chair in displeasure. “You seem to doubt my words a lot?”
“Not really, ” she smiled faintly. “I was just thinking, if back then her unborn children did not have heartbeats yet when Bethan met with the accident, whether the final outcome would be the same.”
Back then, she hated Brettley to his core, she wished she could feast on his flesh and quench her thirst with his blood to quell the hatred in her heart. But in the end, she still gave birth to his children.
Actually, there was another reason why she could not bear to abort the children…
The babies with heartbeats were triplets. If she aborted them rashly, she would be killing three lives.
“Even if the children did not have heartbeats yet when Bethan met with the accident, the final outcome would be the same.”
Brettley lifted his mug and sipped on his coffee, he obviously did not want to continue this topic of conversation. “You really plan to allow Gwen to take such a risk?”
Bethan nodded. “Even if it is for the sake of her own safety, we cannot go against her wishes.”
He laughed coldly, “Is Gwen your friend, or your enemy? This is the first time I ‘in seeing someone push her friend into a pit of fire.”
Bethan interrupted him. “Allowing her to keep this child would be truly pushing her into a pit of fire. “
Brettley lowered his mug, looking at Bethan with a deep, meaningful gaze. “It’s just giving birth to the child of someone you hate or aborting a fetus with a heartbeat… is it so unacceptable? “
“Yes.”
She took a deep breath, and looked at him solemnly. “Mr. Morrison, you’ re not a woman so you can’ t understand the God- given feelings a woman has towards her child. There is no mother who doesn’t love her own child, Gwen is no exception. But this child, if she keeps it, will bring her nothing but endless pain. Her love for her child and her hatred for the child’s father will destroy her.”
Brettley remained quiet for a while. A moment later , he switched into a more comfortable position and leaned back in the chair, looking at Bethan with faint and indifferent eyes. “In the end, Gwen is your friend, not mine. If you insist on helping her, I can help you.”
As he spoke, he lifted his eyebrows in her direction. “But, how do you intend to repay my kindness? I remember you already owe me enough favors as it is.”
Bethan smiled. “You’re right, I do owe you many favors. Then why don’t I… “
She did not know which nerve short-circuited in her brain, the words just flew off her tongue. “Give you a child?”
Her words caused the air between them to instantly turn quiet.
Bethan regretted it the moment the words left her mouth. But there was no retracting the words she said.
After a bout of awkward silence, Bethan coughed softly and turned her face away. “It’s just a joke, don’t take it seriously, Mr. Morrison.”
Brettley looked at her flushed cheeks, a cold smile hanging on his lips. “It’s a pretty good idea. When did you start wanting to give birth to my children?”
Bethan closed her eyes, she even found it difficult to breathe, her entire body enveloped in tight layers of nerves and awkwardness.
A moment later, she sucked in a deep breath and pulled herself together. “I was just talking nonsense. Mr. Morrison, can’t you take a simple joke?”
Brettley smiled faintly, lowering his eyes as he fiddled with his coffee mug. “Initially, the way I wanted you to repay my kindness was by continuing to helm the project for next season’s jewelry designs.
Unexpectedly… you got the wrong idea, Ms. Bethan. “
He raised his head and looked at her, seeming to be in a good mood. “Then it is decided. I’ll help you persuade Luke, and you’ll help me… “
Bethan was so embarrassed she wanted to bury her head in the ground and die, she was worried he would really say he wanted her to give birth to his child, so she hurriedly opened her mouth to interrupt him. “I’ll help you with the jewelry projects for the next season.”
Brettley curled his lips, eyes sweeping across her face faintly. “Of course. I won’t ask you to do anything else to repay my kindness, except for something work-related.”
With that, he stood up, lifted his legs, and left.
Bethan sat in her spot and watched his retreating back, her entire body stiff. She raised a hand and patted her cheek, muscles frozen from prolonged smiling. How could she accidentally say such a thing? Maybe her mind had been quite scattered recently. Since she could not approach Brettley, could not sleep with him, even in her dreams she dreamt about getting pregnant. That’s why she let the words slip out of her accidentally.
After Brettley left, Bethan sat in the coffee shop and finished her coffee before paying the bill and left.
The moment she walked out of the exit, she immediately noticed there was a man standing on the street opposite the coffee shop. That man was wearing jeans and a black jacket, his long hair blown into a mess by the wind, looking dirty and disheveled.
He was looking in her direction. When she looked toward him, their eyes met. When they looked at each other, the man smiled creepily, pulling down the jacket that covered his face, and that terrible, monster-
like face was exposed.
Bethan paused violently. It was not anyone else but the man that was captured by Brettley’s subordinates for trying to assassinate her at night, Jason Lane.
Jason smiled in Bethan’s direction, then made a slashing motion across his neck, and turned to leave.
Bethan’s brows furrowed tightly together.
Jason Lane… was he not locked up by Brettley? When did he come out? Did he follow her to Sea City? Or… the motion that he made just now had made his intentions crystal clear. He chased her here to kill her.
She bit her lip, the first thought that popped into her mind was to call Brettley. But in the end, she gave up when she recalled their awkward conversation moments ago.
Returning to the hospital from the coffee shop, the moment she entered Gwen’s ward, she saw Luke sitting in front of her bed, gently feeding her some mashed potatoes.
Gwen still looked gloomy and depressed, but Luke was ecstatic to hear the news that Gwen had given up committing suicide.
“If I knew you would decide to live on once Luan came and talked to you, I should have brought her here earlier to accompany you.”
Gwen pursed her lips, her voice low and hoarse. “
She’s busy with her own affairs…”
With that, she raised her head and immediately noticed Bethan standing in the doorway. She smiled at Bethan. “You’re back.”
Luke frowned, turned and glanced at Bethan. “You’re done talking to Brettley so soon?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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