Brettley kept saying that he did not care, but was that true?
Why was he so worked up over things like Bethan and Christian being a good match if he truly did not care? At the hospital.
After the doctor cleaned Bethan’s wounds, Bethan finally found her strength and could walk on her own.
Looking at how late it was, she called a taxi, wanting to be sent home.
“To Blue Bay Villa.”
Christian chuckled a little as he opened the door and sat next to her in the taxi.
“Why are you going to Blue Bay Villa? Driver, to the nearest mall, please.”
Bethan furrowed her brows and looked at Christian. “
Why are we going to the mall?”
Christian smiled and gracefully placed his hand on the car door. He calmly sized Bethan’s wretched and dirty clothes.
“Are you sure your kids won’t know that you were beaten up if you go back home like this?”
Bethan lowered her eyes and looked at her clothes.
He had a point. Her clothes were dirty and torn due to the scuffle at the seafood market a moment ago.
If she were to head home in such a state, Nigel and Nellie would immediately notice it.
“Also, have you forgotten that you’ve thrown all the things you bought at others? What are you planning to feed your kids tonight? Air?”
Bethan was silent for a moment. She lifted her gaze and looked at the driver. “Driver, to the mall, please.”
When they were in the mall, Christian and Bethan split up.
Bethan went to the clothes department while Christian headed to where the food was and planned to buy some good ones for Nigel and Nellie.
It was a peak period where everyone had just finished work. The mall was bustling with people.
Bethan took a long time before she could find a shop with not too many people.
To cover the bruises on her, she searched for a long time before finding suitable clothes.
When she was changing in the dressing room, she heard someone on the phone in the dressing room next to hers.
“Yes, it’s me. I ‘m Marianne Collins. I’m in Banyan City. Can you help me find a job? Are you talking about the previous one? Ms. Blake? She’s terrible and ungrateful! I did everything she wanted. I obeyed her instructions to argue with the people that she hated and blow things up, yet in the end, she fired me. She even owed me a month’s worth of salary!
“She even said things like how she didn’t want a person of poor character like me by her side, but I did all those things on her instructions! Yes, I do have something on her. She’s not that sick, to be honest. I’ve been taking care of her daily. How can I not know?
“What use is there? She has huge backup support right now. I’m just a lowly maid and nanny. How could I go up against her? Forget about it. Help me look for a new job.”
The woman next door sounded angry and aggrieved.
Bethan was stunned for a while before coining to her senses. Was the person on the call next door not Mrs. Collins, who had a conflict with her and her company mates at the hospital the day before?
Hearing how Mrs. Collins’ voice was getting further, Bethan hurriedly changed her clothes, opened the door, and chased after her in the direction of her voice.
However, she could not even see her shadow.
Bethan bit her lips. She wanted to continue searching for her when Christian’s voice rang out from behind.
“What are you searching for?”
Bethan pursed her lips. She looked in the direction in which Mrs. Collins left once again. Once she made sure that she could no longer see her, Bethan sighed heavily and said, “Nothing.”
When Bethan brought Christian back to Blue Bay Villa, her two kids were still sitting on the sofa waiting for her as usual.
Seeing how she brought a stranger back, Nigel furrowed his brows. He looked at Christian with a little hostility.
“Mommy, this is…?”
Bethan calmly introduced while placing the nutritious foods on the table together with Christian.
“This is my new friend, Mr. Christian Moore. You can call him Uncle Christian.”
Christian almost spat his water out when he heard Bethan referring to him as Uncle Christian.
Then, he looked at Bethan and tried his best to explain.
“I’m Brettley’s cousin once removed, in other words, his nephew. I ‘m the same generation as you all. You can just call me Christian.”
Bethan paused for a while before nodding. “You’re right.”
He almost forgot that Brettley was Christian’s uncle.
Bethan corrected what she said a moment ago. “Call him Christian.”
“How about Cousin Christian?”
Nellie furrowed her brows and tentatively spoke, who had not been talking all this while by the side. Christian instantly laughed.
He bent down and wanted to pick Nellie up. “How thoughtful of you! “
Before Christian could touch Nellie’s arm, Nigel furrowed his brows and reached his tiny hands out, putting them in between Christian and Nellie.
“You’re a man. You cannot touch the opposite s*x. Nellie’s a girl. If you want to carry, you can carry me.”
Christian was speechless.
Nigel was so young, yet he understood the concept of opposite sexes keeping a distance?
Christian smiled. He stood up and opened the takeaway boxes together with Bethan.
He chuckled gently and praised, “Your children are smart and understanding!”
“What are you doing here?”
Christian barely said a few sentences when Nigel approached them, pulled a chair, and jumped on it. He crossed his arms around his chest, leaning back on the chair, and sized Christian up in scrutiny.
“Mr. Morrison and we are already strangers. As his relative, why are you here?”
Christian furrowed his brows. Nigel was clearly hostile toward him.
“I invited him here.”
Before Christian could answer Nigel, Bethan calmly interrupted Nigel.
“I met him in the hospital. He said that he wanted to open a jewelry company, so I got him to bring his proposal over. I can help give him some suggestions.”
Nigel nodded. He turned around and glanced at Christian. “Where is your proposal?”
“I forgot to bring them.”
Christian scratched his head rather embarrassingly. “
Why don’t I come back again tomorrow?”
Then, Christian was about to leave. Nigel rolled his eyes at him.
“You bought all this food, right? You paid with your money?”
Christian nodded.
“Then, stay and have some food. We can’t possibly make you spend the money but not let you eat.”
Nigel looked at Christian with his guard up. “But you have to leave immediately after the meal.”
Christian did not know whether to laugh or cry at the mini version of Brettley. He was the adult there, yet in front of Nigel, their roles seemed to have been reversed.
The three of them were chatting by the dining hall. On the other side, Nellie was sitting on the sofa and picked up Bethan’s phone out of boredom.
She opened Bethan’s social media. The first post she saw was Brettley’s.
It was a photo of the night sky. There was no caption. Nellie secretly rolled her eyes.
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