But now…… Their little sun was gone. Nigel who had always been quiet, turned even quieter. Even Nellie, who used to chatter non -stop was diagnosed with autism.
Bethan closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks silently.
How nice would it be if Neil had not died… Early the next morning.
The first thing Bethan did after she woke up was to ask the driver to drive her to Neil’s empty tomb.
Since Neil died, she had been busy with work and Nigel’s surgery. She thought that when she kept herself busy, she could forget the pain of losing her child, the pain of Neil leaving her.
But she was wrong. Some wounds were engraved onto her heart, no matter how busy she kept herself, she could never forget the pain they brought her.
The email last night triggered the pain buried deep within her. Once the gates were open, her grieve and longing for her son rushed out like water enclosed in a dam.
She had to go to Neil and talk to him, only then would she feel better.
Bethan held the food and drinks that she knew Neil liked and a large bouquet of flowers and stepped into the cemetery.
It still looked the same as when she last came here with Brettley. But…
She glanced at the bouquet of dry flowers in front of the tombstone and frowned slightly.
Who laid these flowers here?
She clearly remembered that it was raining heavily the last time she came, she did not bring any flowers here either.
Besides…
The flowers were a bouquet of baby’s breath.
Neil had mentioned clearly before that he did not like baby’s breath, he said they did not stand out, did not shine brightly, therefore they did not fit his personality.
Bethan narrowed her eyes.
Since Neil died, she had not visited this place again, Brettley on the other hand, was busy with his new relationship, this dead son of his would most definitely have slipped his mind.
..Who laid these flowers here?
She furrowed her eyebrows and walked forward, finding a dried-out card in the middle of the bouquet.
The contents of the card made her stiffen instantly. It read, ‘Congratulations on obtaining the sweet release of death. Cynthal Peterson.’
Bethan stood frozen in her spot, as if struck by lightning.
The sun was shining brightly above her, but she felt an unprecedented chill attacking her body.
Cynthal Peterson.
The dry bouquet of baby’s breath was from Cynthal Peterson.
This woman…was already back in Banyan City? What did she mean by giving Neil flowers?
Was she gloating? Trying to provoke her? Or… declaring war on her?
Countless scenes where Cynthal almost killed Neil and Nellie flashed before her eyes. She bit her lip with all the strength she could muster, feeling as if she had fallen into an icy lake in the middle of winter.
If she was still abroad, with Malcolm’s influence, she was not worried about Cynthal taking revenge on her at all. But now, she was in Banyan City.
Brettley already had a new girlfriend; it was impossible for him to extend some of his love and warmth toward her and her children. No one could protect them. No one.
Standing in her original spot, Bethan bit her lip tightly.
Since Cynthal was back… From now on, she had to be more attentive and more careful in protecting Nigel and Nellie.
And.
She had to fulfill her side of the agreement with Brettley in the shortest time possible and leave this troubled land as soon as possible!
Therefore, in the following jewelry design competition, she had to try her best, there was no room for even a single, tiny mistake…
At this thought, she sucked in a deep breath and threw the bouquet of flowers gifted by Cynthal into the thrash, muttering to Neil’s tombstone in a low voice, promising to protect Nellie and Nigel. Finally, she left.
But she never expected to run straight into Brettley and Fiona on her way out of the cemetery.
Brettley had an arm wrapped around Fiona’s waist, helping the weak woman as she walked to the cemetery slowly, step by step.
No prizes for guessing where they were headed, obviously they were heading toward Neil’s grave.
Bethan frowned and stood directly in their path, blocking their way.
“Mr. Morrison, Ms. Blake, where are you going so early in the morning?”
Brettley furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at Bethan coldly. “We were attending to some matters nearby when Fiona said she wanted to come and visit Neil.”
Bethan curled her lips in a smile. “Ms. Blake is so kind. She thought about coming to the cemetery to visit my son?”
Fiona lay her head on Brettley’s shoulder , her complexion pale and lifeless, holding a hand over her mouth as she coughed continuously. “After all, Neil is also Brettley’s son, he always mentioned Neil to me, so now that we have the time, I thought of coining here to visit him.”
With that, she lifted her pitiful eyes and stared at Bethan. “I just wanted to visit him and pay my respects. Ms. Bethan, you wouldn’t disapprove of this too, would you?”
Bethan snorted coldly. “It’s true, I don’t welcome you.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, cold eyes studying the two people in front of her from head to toe. “When Neil’s body wasn’t even cold yet, the two of you were already wrapped around each other lovingly. I remembered all of this. Now, you bring her to visit Neil, do you really miss your son or is it because…because Ms. Blake’s condition didn’t improve despite the surgery, you’re worried Nigel’s spirit was up to no good, so you brought her here to put on an act?”
With that, she raised her eyes and glanced at him coldly. “The heavens are looking down at us, at everything that we do. Whether you really love Neil or not, he will be able to tell from up above, you don’t have to put on an act ! “
Looking at her furious expression, Brettley laughed. “
You’re right, the heavens are looking down at us.
Neill will see everything that I’ve done, I believe he will understand whether I truly love him or not.”
With that, he hugged Fiona to him and walked past Bethan, heading in the direction of Neil’s cemetery.
Bethan stood motionless and clenched her fists. Then, she turned around and watched Brettley and Fiona’s retreating figures, curling her lips into a smirk.
“Mr. Morrison. Ms. Blake isn’t in the pink of health, so I advise you not to bring her to places like this in the future. You wouldn’t want her condition to get worse, would you?”
Bethan had to admit that she was overly cruel and heartless there, but she had no other choice to stop Brettley from taking Fiona to visit Neil’s grave.
She hated him for wanting to let Neil see this side of him and hated Fiona even more for even wanting to visit Neil’s grave.
This was the only way she knew how to make them stop.
As soon as Bethan said that, Brettley furrowed his brows and turned around, his steely gaze locking in on her. “Bethan! ” he snapped, his expression as dark as the sky above.
He was looking at her so coldly that it was as though they were strangers. “There are some things you can say, but some things you shouldn’t! Fiona’s body is weak, but that doesn’t mean you can joke about it! Don’t let me catch you saying anything like this in the future! “
He then lowered his head and patted Fiona’s shoulder tenderly. “Don’t listen to her.”
With that, they continued on their way, Brettley’s arms still wrapped around Fiona’s shoulders.
This was the first time Brettley had ever looked at or talked to Bethan so coldly. She could tell that he was furious at her.
Bethan bit down on her lip, but a bitter smile managed to make its way on her face after a moment.
To him, Neil’s grave was nothing more than a tourist attraction that he could bring his girlfriend to.
Meanwhile, she, as Neil’s mother, had no say in any of this and was even reprimanded for standing up to him about this.
Bethan sniffed. She was surprised that she did not cry. Perhaps it was because she had already given up?
Bethan exhaled and made her way out of the cemetery, hailed a taxi, and left.
What Bethan failed to notice was a black car parked on the road outside the cemetery. The woman in the car watched Bethan approach, gazed at Brettley and Fiona, then left.
Once Bethan’s figure retreated to a black dot in the distance, the woman finally sneered and picked up her phone. “How are the two doing now? Have they recovered?”
“Miss, everything is going exactly as you planned…”
Standing before Neil’s grave in the cemetery, Fiona wiped her tears away pitifully and muttered, “
Brettley, Ms. Bethan is so mean. We’re here today to pick out my grave for when I die and visit Neil at the same time, but why did she say that about me…?”
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