Upon hearing Adrian mention his mother, Brettley narrowed his eyes.
“I’ve never met my mother before.”
All thanks to Adrian, might he add. Adrian, on the other end of the line, did not understand the meaning of Brettley’s words. He thought that Brettley was just lamenting casually, so he pretended to be sad and sighed.
“Your mother was a good person. Back then, when I was down on my luck, she was the one who helped me. Without her…”
Halfway through, Adrian was suddenly at a loss for words. After all, he had no feelings for Rianna at all. He merely used her for his benefit.
That was why at that moment, even after Rianna had passed for almost 30 years, Adrian could barely remember what she looked like. He had almost forgotten everything about her, too.
Thus, after being silent for a while, in the end, he could only say once more, “She truly was a great person. It’s a pity that she had such a short life.”
Brettley sneered listening to Adrian talking. His heart turned cold.
“I have other things to do, so I’m going to end this call.”
Brettley took a deep breath and calmly added, “I’ll get Lucas to transfer fifteen thousand to you.
“Fifteen thousand?!”
Adrian was instantly infuriated.
“How is fifteen thousand enough for anyone? Are you joking, Brettley? You have assets worth billions, yet you’re only giving your father fifteen thousand? Don’t you think other people would laugh at you when they hear that? Brettley sneered.
“Mr. Adrian Morrison, if I remember correctly, the family gave you at least three million after Granny passed away. It’s enough for you to live.
“Yet, in one short year, you finished spending all that money. That doesn’t seem to faze you, but me giving you fifteen thousand dollars is embarrassing?
“I remember when Granny passed away and I gave you the money. I’ve told you loud and clear that from that moment onward, you no longer have any connections with the Morrison Group or Morrison family.
“I’m giving you fifteen thousand dollars only because I pity you. You were begging me like a beggar, which is why I’m giving you this amount. My pity for you is only worth this much.”
Then, Brettley coldly hung up. He placed the phone on the desk and chuckled bitterly, shifting into a more comfortable position on the chair. He shut his eyes and recalled how Adrian literally stuttered in talking about his mother on the phone call just a moment ago. Adrian had always said he loved Brettley’s mother the most, that she was his life.
Even since Brettley was young, Adrian had always complained that his birth was the cause of his mother’s death, that Brettley had caused Adrian to lose the woman he loved the most. Brettley believed it. He had believed that his birth was the one that killed his mother.
However, at that moment, he finally saw Adrian for who he was. It was not that he believed whatever Thomas told him. It was that if Adrian had truly liked his mother, why, when he brought his mother up, could Adrian not say anything else other than that she was a great person? If a loved one passed away, one should have kept their memories of them Col|fvo– cherished them.
How could Adrian have forgotten his mother so easily? Bethan had left him for six years. In those six years, his feelings for her grew stronger each day, so much so that her smile and voice were imprinted on his mind, However, Adrian was not like that. The person he loved the most was himself.
“Brettley?”
At that moment, Bethan brought cookies in. Seeing him with his eyes closed sadly. she sighed, walked over, and placed the plate down. She gently held his hand.
“I know that you must be sad.”
Bethan grabbed his hand with both her hands.
“Once Thomas is up, we’ll go and talk to him. We’ll make time and visit your Granny’s grave together, alright?”
Thomas slept for the entire night. When he woke up, it was already the next afternoon.
The moment he openedhis eyes, he was greeted with the sight of the unfamiliar room he was in, and his mind was instantly blank.
He reached his hand and massaged his throbbing glabella.
He could not, for the life of him, remember where he was or how he gotthere.
He pushed himself to sit up and realized that he was in a guest room with simple decorations.
There was a painting on the wall, and the signature at the bottom of the painting was Theo Allen.
Thomas furrowed his brow.
Theo Allen? Was that not the artist who was close to Bethan and Brettley?
Where was this place? Why was Theo’spainting here? At that moment, he registered that something was pressing against his legs.
He lowered his head to see Yannie, lying next to his legs and sleeping soundly.
It was her arm that was pressing against his leg.
Her hair was rather messy.
She looked weary too as if she had been caring for him the entire night without sleeping.
Thomas furrowed his brow as a peculiar feeling rose in him.
If he remembered correctly, they were both bitter when they split ways yesterday.
He thought that Yannie would ignore him for quite some time.
He never thought that she would be caring for him after he got drunk last night.
“You’re up?”
Sensing his gaze, Yannie.yawned and slowly got up, looking at him groggily.
Thomas furrowed his brow.
“You were taking care of me last night? Where is this place?”
Yannie sighed and got up to pour himsome water.
She passed him the glass of water and looked at him before saying in a low voice,”This is Brettley’s house, where Brettley and Bethan stay in Merchant City.”
Thomas could barely hold his glass properly when he heard what she said.
He furrowed his brow.
“Brettley Morrison’s house? Did you take me here?”
“Mr.Morrison was the one who took you here.”
Seeing how detested he looked upon the mention of Brettley, Yannie helplessly rubbed the middle ofher eyebrows.
“You were drinking last night, Gx% eyl; Mr.Morrison coincidentally bumped into you.
If it weren’t for him, after you got drunk last night, Wendy would’ve taken you away, and you’d probably be waking up in her bed instead rightnow.”
Yannie’s words instantly darkened Thomas’ expression.
He was indeed drinking the night before.
Also, even if he did not remember much about the night before, he vaguely remembered seeing Wendy when he was drunk.
Thus, Yannie was not lying.
At the thought of him almost falling into Wendy’s setup and Brettley witnessing, even taking him back home…
Thomas felt uneasy.
Although he hated Wendy and did not want to have anything to do with her, he hated owing Brettley a favor even more.
When he came to Merchant City, he thought that Brettley and Bethan were abusing Riley, so with hatred in hisheart, he went there to seek revenge.
However, for the past month of being in touch with them, he realized that the truth was not as Malcolm put it to be.
At least, although Brettley and Bethan were a little negligent with Riley, they did not mistreat her.
Due to that, Thomas was already quite annoyed.
On top of that, Brettley helped him out when he was drunk and brought him home.
That meant Thomas owed Brettley even more. At the thought of all that, Thomas’ mind was a mess. He didnot want to get further involved with Brettley nor did he want to see his hypocrisy.
“You don’t have to feel uncomfortable about this.”, As if she could read his mind,Yannie sighed.
“Mr.Morrison didn’t want me to tell you all these.
He said that you have high self-esteem, so you surely would reject any help.
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