Zayne also nodded. “Also, the vitamins that Fiona put in Director Bethan’s cup were pounded into powder. The vitamins that you can find on the market are all in tablet form. She is trying to cause misunderstandings, deliberately taking her time spent in turning the tablets into powder. How… thoughtful of her.”
The two of them were in a heated discussion. Bethan, by the side, was sitting on her chair on her phone.
Shannon furrowed her brows and looked at her. She curiously went in closer to Bethan.
“Director Bethan, are you typing your resignation letter?”
Bethan laughed and lifted her head upon Shannon’s words, eyeing her simply. “Quit for such a small matter? Have you forgotten I need money to raise my kids?”
Bethan kept her phone and lowered her head to look at the time.
“Brettley said he wanted to see me ten minutes later, right? It’s about time. I should leave.”
Bethan then left, leaving Shannon and Zayne in the office, looking at each other.
Bethan was supposed to be the angriest, most aggrieved person over this matter.
Why was she fiddling with her phone as if nothing had happened? She even nonchalantly went to look for Brettley.
It was as if it was not her who received Brettley’s cold treatment and got played by Fiona.
Actually, it was not that Bethan did not care about the things Fiona and Brettley did, but there was a good piece of news that just came from her phone, which put her in such a good mood that she did not want to bother with them anymore.
The piece of news came from Anne.
(Bethan, I got my nurse and doctor friends to help me gather news on the person who’ll donate their blood marrow. Most of them still don’t know much of the details. Apparently, the donor is a mysterious person, and only a few doctors and nurses would be able to get in touch with them.
(But, a nurse friend of mine was talking to one of the doctors today. Through inference, we got some news. The donor will be signing the final donation agreement in the hospital this noon. Meaning, after the signing of the donation agreement, Nigel would be able to go ahead with the surgery within a week. Do you want to try your luck?]
If Bethan were to head to the hospital by noon, she might be able to see the person who would donate their blood marrow to Nigel.
Since the donor had always been anonymous, not wanting anybody to know their identity, Bethan would not openly thank them as well.
As long as she knew who they were, she could help do some things according to their needs to express her gratitude.
Bethan took a deep breath and simply replied to Anne’s message. She poked around for the exact time and floor.
After sending the message, the elevator had already reached the top floor. Bethan composed herself before exiting the elevator and walked to Brettley’s office door.
At that very moment in his office, Fiona sat on the sofa as she gloomily held a cup of coffee.
“Brettley, did I really do wrong?” she whimpered feebly. “But…I really want to have a good relationship with her. You know it, too–we’ll be seeing each other quite frequently in the future. I don’t want her to be prejudiced against me.”
Bethan raised her hand, about to knock on the door when she heard Brettley’s cold and arrogant voice coming from inside, saying, “You don’t have to think of how Bethan sees you. You just be yourself.”
“Your body is the most important thing right now. Don’t affect your mood because of irrelevant people that’ll affect your own body indirectly.”
Upon Brettley’s words, Fiona bit her lip and meekly responded, “But…Ms. Bethan isn’t an irrelevant person. You and her…”
“I ‘ve had no whatsoever relationship with her since six years back. If it weren’t because we still have children together, she and I would no longer be in touch anymore.”
Brettley looked at Fiona and said tenderly, “So, don’t bring up things that shouldn’t be mentioned.”
Bethan, still standing outside the door the whole while, was disheartened.
Those were all Brettley’s sincere words, were they not? This came from his heart.
Jude only came up with the man who was deeply in love. Only Bethan was foolish enough to believe him.
“Bethan?”
Lucas came out of the elevator with some documents at hand while she still stood outside the office in a daze. His brows furrowed immediately at the sight of her. “You… Oh, right. Mr. Morrison got you to see him in ten minutes.”
Lucas lowered his head and looked at his handphone. He sighed. “It looks like the president has forgotten the time while chatting with Ms. Blake. He’s always punctual, but ever since he got together with Ms. Blake…”
Lucas suddenly realized that he should not have said all that in front of Bethan, so he smiled and stopped talking. He lifted his hands and knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
After getting Brettley’s permission, Lucas brought Bethan in.
“Sir, Young Master Moore is here. He’s downstairs, looking for you.”
Brettley furrowed his brows and rubbed the middle of his brows in annoyance. “What is he here for?”
The Young Master Moore that Lucas mentioned was a relative on Brettley’s mother’s side. Ever since Brettley’s mother passed away, they had not contacted the Morrison family for more than zo years.
Recently, the Moore family suddenly sent someone over, saying that they wanted to resolve the conflict of many years with the Morrison family.
Upon thinking about the Young Master Moore that was sent over to resolve the problem, Brettley’s head hurt.
Lucas sighed.
“He said… He heard that you’ve recently encountered some relationship problems, so he came to be your adviser.”
Upon saying that, the entire office was instantly in silence.
Bethan, standing behind Lucas, could not help but sneer.
Fiona, still sitting on the sofa, blushed a little. She grabbed onto her cup tightly, saying nothing.
Brettley raised his eyes a little. “Do I need a nineteen- year-old child like him to solve my relationship problems?”
Brettley furrowed his brows. He was just about to instruct Lucas to chase that Young Master Moore away when he suddenly noticed Bethan behind Lucas.
His expression darkened even more.
“Looks like I came at the wrong time.”
Seeing Brettley looking at her, Bethan could not help but smile. “Mr. Morrison, you demanded time from me, and here I am, but it seems like you have relationship problems to attend to. Should I come back another time?”
“No need. “
Brettley furrowed his brows and looked at her before turning to gently look at Fiona.
“Fiona, I still have some matters to discuss with Bethan. Why don’t you head to the hospital yourself?”
Bethan squinted slightly as she looked at Fiona, who was sitting on the sofa in the distance with a rosy complexion.
The day before, Brettley brought Fiona to the hospital. He said that Arianna burned Fiona, so they had to check up on her.
What was it this time?
Fiona was the one who deliberately put powdered vitamins in her cup just hours ago to cause a misunderstanding intentionally.
Moreover, even if everyone mistook Fiona, no one took action on her. No one even touched her.
Brettley was still taking her to the hospital, just because of that?
How precious was Fiona to him? Just because she was agitated and was so-called misunderstood by others, she had to go to the hospital?
At that thought, the wound on Bethan’s arm, previously cut open by the painting equipment, started to hurt inexplicably.
She seemed to have forgotten to dress her wound after getting hurt.
Bethan clutched the painful part of her arm and said nothing, but Brettley saw her every move.
He narrowed his eyes, then he turned to look at Fiona. “Fiona.”
Fiona obediently put the cup down, smiled, and stood up. “Mmh. Do what you need to do, Brettley. I’ll head to the hospital myself.”
Fiona, who was in a long white linen dress, stopped in her tracks when she got to Bethan’s side.
Fiona knew Bethan put her hand on her arm because her wound was hurting, but she still reached out and tightly grabbed the back of Bethan’s hand that nursed her wound.
“Ms. Bethan, I apologize once again for the things I’ve done. I won’t make you angry in the future. Please don’t make things difficult for me.”
When Fiona said this, she squeezed the back of Bethan’s hand tightly, pressing onto the wound.
Bethan was in so much pain that she perspired cold sweat.
She gritted her teeth, raised her eyes, and glared at Fiona angrily. “Ms. Blake, do you think I ‘m making things difficult for you by pointing out the mistakes you’ve made according to the company’s rules and regulations?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.