Christian rolled his eyes at her and walked past the crowd with her in his arms. “You can’t even stand on your own. What’s the point of you pretending to be strong?”
Bethan bit her lip, not saying anything. It was true; she could not stand on her own. She did not know whether it was because she was too angry a moment ago, or she exerted too much strength when she was hitting Yvonne, or she felt extremely terrible seeing Brettley hugging Fiona.
Regardless, Christian was right. She could no longer stand on her own. She was not sure how long it would take for her to regain her strength.
Bethan sighed.
She lifted her gaze and noticed Fiona in Brettley’s arms in the distance, fed water and cared for. Bethan’s heart tightened a little.
At that moment, Fiona also lifted her head and met with Bethan’s gaze.
Fiona smiled condescendingly at Bethan and muttered a few words.
Bethan narrowed her eyes. She could see that what Fiona muttered was, “You got lucky.”
Bethan sneered. Was she lucky?
How could she compare with Brettley having women one after the other seamlessly?
First, it was Cynthal, then Alice. It was Fiona at that moment.
Brettley never lacked any women by his side. Bethan only never had a place by his side from the start.
“Stop looking.”
Seeing how Bethan was still looking in Fiona and Brettley’s direction, Christian sighed. “Do you like to torture yourself?” came his somewhat desolate follow–up.
Bethan came to her senses. She looked at Christian’s face. “How am I torturing myself?”
“Won’t you feel sad looking at both of them being together?”
“No. I haven’t liked Brettley for a very long time.” “You’re lying to yourself.”
Christian sighed. “If you really don’t like him, you wouldn’t have expected him to come over to rescue you just now.”
Bethan’s body stiffened upon Christian’s words.
After a while, Bethan smiled bitterly and closed her eyes. “You’re annoying.”
Christian sighed helplessly.
He wanted to tell Bethan the truth. He wanted to tell Bethan that Brettley actually did not like Fiona at all!
His words were by his mouth, but he could only swallow them back down.
He had no right to tell Bethan the truth–he has had no part in this matter. Also, he needed Brettley’s help.
If he was to tell the truth and Fiona was unwilling to donate her bone marrow cells in the end…
Bethan’s child would still die.
She had already lost a son. No one had the right to hurt the chances of her other son living.
Christian carried Bethan to a nearby hospital.
Bethan had worn thin clothes due to the summer weather, and although her injuries were not serious, she sustained some bruises when she was pinned to the ground.
Also, the floor of the seafood market was dirty. If dirt were to enter her wound and it was not dealt with, the consequences would be dire.
When they got to the hospital, the doctor started to treat Bethan’s injuries.
The disinfectant created white bubbles on Bethan’s wound.
Christian frowned deeply. He could feel the burning pain on the skin just by looking at it.
On the other hand, Bethan, whose wounds were being cleaned, made not a single noise.
The sight stunned him. He secretly took a short clip of a video and sent it to Brettley.
When Brettley received Christian’s video, Brettley was already on the way home with Fiona.
He was leaning back in the backseat, and Fiona was lying on his lap, already asleep.
Brettley played the video, and it showed a woman whose wounds were being cleaned up by a doctor.
She did not yell nor wail like any other ordinary lady would. She did not even frown that much.
Brettley sighed.
Bethan had always been that way. Whether it was her injuries or if she was in pain, she would not make any sound. She would only bear it herself.
It was just like how he used to treat her so coldly and heartlessly, yet she never once expressed her disappointment or grievances. She still prepared his meal daily, waiting for him to return home.
Bethan was too patient and understanding, so much so that he always ignored her existence.
It was until he truly lost her…
No matter how regretful he was, it was too late.
“Brettley.”
At that moment, Fiona, who was lying on his lap, opened her eyes and asked him groggily, “What do you think about Christian and Bethan? I think they’re a good match. I could see that Christian already likes Bethan. He wouldn’t have rushed out just now if he didn’t. Should we help them out?”
Brettley’s hand which was holding onto the phone shuddered a little.
After a while, he kept his phone. He lowered his gaze and looked at Fiona unhappily.
“Fiona, sometimes, being innocent and kind- hearted is a good thing, but it can be annoying if you overdo it.”
It was not that he did not know what Fiona was doing. It was only that most of the time they were harmless, so he let it go.
After all, Fiona had some weird terminal illness. Her illness could flare up at any time. She still had the bone marrow which Nigel needed in her hands.
However, when she crossed the line, he had to warn her.
Fiona was stunned. The words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat.
After a moment, she pursed her lips and got up from Brettley’s lap cautiously. She sat upright and still next to Brettley.
“Brettley, I said the wrong thing.”
Fiona was actually trying to test Brettley’s bottom line.
Clearly, the result was not what she had expected. Brettley had not spoiled her to the extent she could say whatever she wanted to say.
A wave of disappointment washed over Fiona. Her face was filled with guilt. “I didn’t think too much. I only thought that they’re a good match.”
Brettley narrowed his eyes. “In what way? Bethan is like me. She already has six-year-old children. Christian is only nineteen and is still a kid. Is that considered a good match in your eyes?”
Fiona bit her lip. She dug her nails into her palm. “
Yes…I meant looks -wise. Ms. Bethan looks young… “
Brettley sneered.
“No matter how young she looks, she’s still a mother of a six-year-old. How is she a good match with a nineteen-year-old man?”
Fiona bit her lip. She suddenly did not know what to say.
After a long while, she took a deep breath. “Brettley, just treat it as if I’m not good with words. You’re right –they’re not a good match. Even if they are, we shouldn’t help them. Even if they get together, we have to split them up. Otherwise, I’m sure you’ll be uncomfortable looking at them being together.”
Fiona then looked at Brettley with her huge watery eyes. “Am I right?”
Brettley tensed up a little.
He shifted his gaze to look at the scenery that flew past outside the window instead.
“I won’t be uncomfortable. This topic ends here.”
Fiona bit her lip. She wanted to say something else, but she stopped when she saw how darkened Brettley’s expression was.
She lowered her head. A hint of maliciousness flashed across her eyes.
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.