He smiled. “Hey, Uncle, how did you know we were at the police station?”
Brettley rolled his eyes. “You posted on your social media. Have you forgotten about it?”
Christian was stunned before it hit him. He secretly took a photo of Bethan. It looked great, so he posted it on his social media. Who knew that Brettley would stumble upon it?
Christian smiled.
“Who would’ve thought that you’d scroll through social media when you’re bored, too? I thought that a busy person like you– “
“I am usually very busy. It’s just that I was running lines with Fiona. I was bored, so I browsed through it a little.”
The expressions on Bethan’s face stiffened a little.
It was already 11 at night. Brettley was actually still running lines with Fiona?
Was he trying to say that Fiona was professional, or was he trying to express that their love was stronger than a diamond?
Brettley replied to Christian, who tried to pacify the situation, curtly in a mere few sentences. At that instant, Christian did not know what he should say further.
Thankfully, the three of them reached the parking lot soon.
“Get in the car.”
Brettley calmly pointed to his car and said, “I’ll send you back.”
Bethan furrowed her brows.
“I’ll get Christian to send me back.”
Brettley’s expression instantly darkened upon Bethan’s words.
How long had Bethan known Christian? She affectionately called him by his first name, too.
Brettley looked at Bethan coldly.
“Your place isn’t on the way for him.”
“He’ll still send me back, even if it’s not on the way.”
Then, Bethan turned to look at Christian and said, “
Send me home.”
Christian pursed his lips and immediately nodded.
“Okay, okay! Get in the car.”
Then, he wanted to take his car keys out of his pocket when he realized his car keys were not there.
Christian slapped his forehead.
“I think I left my keys in the police station. Wait for me!”
Then, he immediately turned and ran as fast as he could back to the police station.
Looking at Christian leaving insolently, Brettley smiled coldly.
“Didn’t you always dislike such unsophisticated people? Have your tastes in men changed?”
Bethan furrowed her brows and sneered. “Why, can’t I?”
“I like that he’s young. Can’t I?”
Then, Bethan yawned. “Just like how you like Ms. Blake, Mr. Morrison, I also like the young and youthful.”
Brettley narrowed his eyes fiercely.
“Just because you like young men, you follow them racing and fighting so late at night when you’re already at this age?”
He snickered and said, “You were still obedient and good when you were younger, yet when you got older, you got more and more immature.”
Bethan could not help but laugh at Brettley’s words. She turned to look at him.
“Mr. Morrison, do you truly think I was mature and obedient when I was nineteen? I just didn’t have the chance to live. I met a fool when I was nineteen. All I could think of daily was how to make the scumbag happy. I tried my best to become the person that he liked, but he still didn’t like me. He has never liked me. I finally have the chance to become my true self. Can’t I do that?”
The night breeze blew by her long dress.
Bethan lifted her gaze and looked at Brettley. Her smile was filled with mockery.
“Actually, I think racing and fighting is quite fun, too. At least I could find back my youth, the youth that I lost because of that scumbag, don’t you think so, Mr. Morrison?”
Brettley secretly clenched his fists tightly by his sides.
Bethan was 19 when she met him. He always thought that she was who he saw she was: obedient, mature, and boring.
Only at this moment did he find out…
She only became that way because she thought he would like that version of her.
Brettley took a deep breath. He looked away.
“Doing this once is more than enough to find your youth. Don’t partake in such activities in the future– it’s bad for your heart. Your children will worry.”
Bethan mockingly raised her eyebrows.
“How rare of you, Mr. Morrison. You’d actually bring up the children in front of me. I thought that you’ve long forgotten that you still have two children.”
“Bethan! “
Brettley furrowed his brows and glared at Bethan.
Bethan raised her eyes and met Brettley’s gaze fearlessly.
The surrounding atmosphere was so cold that everything could freeze over.
At that moment, Christian had already found his keys and returned. Looking at them in a stand-off, he slapped his head and quickly rushed over, placing himself in between them.
“I found my keys.” “Send her back.”
Brettley looked at Christian coldly before turning around and leaving.
Christian furrowed his brows and called after him.
“Uncle, you’re leaving so fast? You bailed us out, and we haven’t even thanked you yet! Shall we have supper together?”
“No need.”
Brettley strode to his car.
“Fiona is still running lines at home, and I’m worried she’s home alone. You two go ahead with supper.”
Bethan’s heart involuntarily skipped a beat upon Brettley’s words.
“What is there to be worried about…”
Looking at Brettley’s car leaving, Christian pursed his lips.
“Doesn’t he have a group of bodyguards and servants at home? What else could happen?”
Then, Christian lowered his head. “Furthermore, is Fiona truly worth it?”
“Her worth isn’t for us to wonder.”
Bethan turned around and got straight into the car in the passenger seat.
“If Brettley thinks she’s worth it, she’s worth it.”
Looking at Bethan forcefully suppressing her emotions in the car, Christian bit his lip and looked at Bethan.
He wanted to say something but decided against it in the end.
He opened the car door and got in. “Where do you want to go?”
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