“He’s downstairs right now. Yannie is taking care of him.”
Bethan paused for a while before remembering that Yannie initially wanted to leave but Nellie kept holding her back, wanting her to look at her designs.
Did that mean… Yannie stumbled upon Brettley bringing Thomas back? That was too much of a coincidence.
“This isn’t a coincidence.”
Brettley seemed to have guessed what Bethan was thinking and could not help but smile. He gently reached his hand out and ruffled Bethan’s hair.
“I got Nellie to make Yannie stay.”
Brettley’s deep voice came from the top of Bethan’s head.
“If Yannie was telling you the truth, Thomas’ misunderstanding toward me might be more than I imagined. If Yannie isn’t there, even if Thomas comes around, he wouldn’t be willing to talk to us.”
Bethan could not help but sigh at Brettley.
“So you got Nellie to make Yannie stay by making her look at her designs?”
That explained it all.
Nellie, who always said that Neil did not understand design and refused to let him see her designs, would show her designs to Yannie, who was just as clueless.
This was all part of Brettley’s plan.
However, she furrowed her brow and pried his hands off her. She turned around and looked at him seriously. “Since you needed someone to make Yannie stay, why did you look for Nellie and not me?”
She was the one who brought Yannie home. Furthermore, she was an adult. If she said she wanted Yannie to stay for a little longer, she believed that Yannie would not refuse her.
Why did Brettley make Nellie, a child, do it?
Brettley could not help but smile at the grumbling Bethan. He raised his hand and gently pinched her puffed–up cheeks.
“Nellie was the one who contacted me, so I got her to help.”
Then, he took his phone out of his pocket and passed it to her.
“I have proof,” he said while fishing out his chat with Nellie.
Sure enough, it was Nellie who contacted him first. Nellie did not message him about anything important. She only told him that ‘Aunt Yannie’ was at their place that her ‘Mommy’ was seriously talking to her, so much so that she even forgot to make her cookies. Looking at Nellie grumbling to Brettley over the phone, Bethan could not help but chuckle. Nellie contacted Brettley not because she missed him, not because something had happened to her Mommy, but because she did not get to eat her favorite cookies!
At that thought. Bethan shook her head. “I think I should head downstairs and continue making them for her.”
Nellie liked to snack. If she did not get her cookies that day, she might not sleep well that night.
“Okay.”
Brettley reached out and gently caressed her head.
“Make some for me too.”
He was curious what Bethan’s cookies would taste like. More accurately, he had been curious since she returned to his side a year ago. Back then, he did not know about Bethan’s identity and only treated her as a stranger with ill intentions. However, he long knew about Nellie’s love for her cookies. He had tried to see what Nellie’s cookies taste like, but that petty child never shared anything with him.
Looking at the smile on Brettley’s face, Bethan laughed.
“Okay.”
Then, she left the study, all while Brettley watched on with a small smile on his face.
It was until the door to the study door closed that Brettley finally let out a sigh. He slumped to the chair by the side as if his energy was depleted. He closed his eyes. Bethan’s words to him kept ringing in his ears.
‘Thomas always had a prejudice toward you. The truth is, it’s because of your mother.’
“Brettley, your mother didn’t die in childbirth. She was killed by your father.’
‘As for the things that happened when you were five…it’s not your fault. You don’t need to blame yourself.’ Brettley smiled self–deprecatingly. How was that not his fault? How was he not to be blamed? Although he could not clearly remember his memories when he was five, he did remember a crazy woman rushing toward him, asking him to call her his mother.
Back then, he was mature for a five–year–old. He also knew that his mother had passed away and would never return. However, everyone in the Morrison family has never shown him his mother’s photo.
His father said that it was unnecessary. His grandmother said that she was afraid that he would be sad.
Before he was 18, Brettley did not even know what his mother looked like. When he did reach that age, he had already begun to get busy with the company. He did not connect his beautiful mother to the mad woman he met when he was five.
He had never cared about the incident that happened when he was five. From how he saw it, it was just a mad woman who wanted to become Adrian Morrison’s wife, which was why she deliberately said those words to try to trick him.
He never would have thought…
He never thought that the woman he met when he was five was his mother, and he sent his mother, who had already escaped Adrian, back to him.
Thus, it was right that his aunt, Eanne would hate him.
Thomas was right in hating him right from the beginning, too.
It was all his fault–all of it.
Brettley shut his eyes and tried to recall the incident when he was five years old. He tried his best to find a connection between the incident and his mother, but no matter how he tried, he could not recall any heartwarming conversation he had with his mother back then.
There was only him being on guard, as well as his mother’s lunacy. He reached out Cq!|hup< balled up the paper on his desk. It was as if only through that he could release the pent–up emotions in his heart.
Right at this moment, his phone rang.
He opened his eyes in annoyance and swept a glance at the name on his screen. When he did, he was taken aback.
Adrian Morrison was calling. As far as he could remember, this was the first time Adrian called him after leaving Banyan City for more than a year. Brettley hesitated for a while and furrowed his brow before picking the call up.
“Brettley,” came Adrian’s voice, sounding tired and helpless.
“I’m out of cash. Can you help me out?”
“Brettley, I know that you don’t like me. You even hate me, but if I had any other choice. I wouldn’t have looked for you.”
Adrian began to complain, “Some time back, a group called Orming Tech came to Banyan City to do business. They were looking for a partner and found me.
“You know how careful I am. Initially, I never thought of working with them, but I had no choice. They were great at brainwashing people. After your aunt was brainwashed, she forced me to invest with her.
“I had a momentary lapse of judgment, so I agreed to it and even invested all of my money in
“I initially thought I could earn from that and have a good life with your aunt, but…”
Hearing Adrian’s words, Brettley narrowed his gaze. He swiftly typed in his computer to search for Banyan City’s recent news.
He had not paid attention to things in Banyan City for a long time, but his home base was still in Banyan City, which was why anything that happened to the malls in Banyan City, someone would compile a document and send it to him at first notice.
Thus, Brettley could simply look through it and find information on Orming Tech.
Sure enough, the boss behind Orming Tech was none other than the person who was drunk, unconscious, and under the care of Yannie – Thomas Howard.
Brettley narrowed his eyes.
In fact, since Bethan told him about his mother’s true cause of death and the reason why Thomas hated him, Brettley had seen this coming.
Due to his mother, since Thomas felt that none of the family members of the Morrison family were good people when he came to Merchant City to go up against him, he would have gone after Adrian, too.
It was just what he thought.
Thomas used Orming Tech as bait to lure Adrian and his wife in and successfully conned them of their money.
“Brettley, help me out.”
Seeing Brettley not saying anything, Adrian sighed and continued lamenting, “If Michael wasn’t in prison, I’d still have someone to rely on. But Michael is terrible. He did such a thing… “Brettley, I can only count on you right now. You don’t have to give me much; one a half million dollars is enough! One and a half million dollars, and I’ll never come looking for you anymore. Please!”
Adrian knew that Brettley had been doing quite well in Merchant City for the past year, which was why he had asked for this amount.
“You have a happy family and are earning lots right now. Just treat it as if you’re sympathizing with your old man, please?”
Brettley narrowed his eyes. Listening to his father’s pretentious voice, he smiled icily.
“Sure.”
Hearing him agreeing to it, Adrian was so excited he almost jumped in joy.
“Are you certain Brettley? That’s amazing! I knew you’d be as kind as your mother. I knew you’d care for me!”
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