She contemplated for a moment and finally strode toward Fiona’s direction to help her.
She did not know whether Fiona was faking it, but judging from how hard Fiona was coughing, Bethan was still worried that she might injure herself.
Before she could reach Fiona’s side, however, someone slammed into her. Brettley had stormed into Bethan’s office with such force that Bethan’s entire body was thrown askew, crashing into the easel next to her.
Brettley did not seem to notice that he had bumped into Bethan. Instead, he rushed over to Fiona’s side and pulled the coughing woman into his arms. “Are you okay?”
“Brettley…”
Tears trickled down Fiona’s face. She sobbed and laid against his chest, her body still shaking violently from her coughing fit. “They’re mistaken. I didn’t do it…”
Brettley narrowed his eyes and lifted his head to glare at Bethan. “What did you and your troops do to Fiona now?”
The paint on the easel spilled all over Bethan. The metal tools next to it had cut through her arm.
A thin, long gash appeared, and blood seeped through.
Shannon’s eyes widened. She subconsciously opened her mouth and said, “Director Bethan, you…”
“I’m fine.”
Bethan lifted her hand and picked up a piece of tissue paper to wipe the blood stains off of her arm. She raised her eyes and looked at Brettley, who carried Fiona while glaring at her.
Bethan smiled.
Whether Fiona was hurt or whether Bethan’s people did anything to her, Bethan did not know.
Brettley did knock against her, though, and she got hurt.
Alas, Brettley did not notice it. He only had Fiona in his eyes.
Bethan smiled and lifted her eyes. She looked at Brettley with eyes filled with mockery.
“Mr. Morrison, what do you think my staff and I could possibly do to Ms. Blake?”
Brettley could not help but furrow his brows fiercely a t Bethan’s ridicule. He lowered his head and looked at Fiona in his arms, his voice gentle as he asked, “
What happened?”
Fiona was sobbing in his arms.
Previously, she could still talk. She wanted to tell Brettley that Bethan and the others had wrongfully blamed her. All of a sudden, she was so aggrieved that no words could come out of her mouth.
A hint of fretfulness flashed across Brettley’s eyes.
He did not know whether Fiona’s current situation was just a pretense or her sickness acting up.
If it was because she was too angry and she exaggerated a little, it was still acceptable.
If she was so infuriated that her sickness acted up, she might have to head to the hospital to check up again to ensure that her emotions did not affect her body.
Brettley raised his head. He looked at Bethan with a little extra exhaustion and rage in his eyes.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Mr. Morrison. “
Before Bethan could speak, Zayne, by the side, pushed up his glasses a little.
“Director Bethan can’t be blamed for this matter at all. Just now, a few of us saw Ms. Blake intruding into Director Bethan’s office without permission. She even poisoned her cup of water.”
He then pointed at the cup of water in his hand. “
This cup of water, that is. We don’t know what kind of poison Ms. Blake put, but…”
Zayne could barely finish his sentence when Brettley immediately let go of Fiona, who was in his arms, and strode over to where Zayne was. He immediately took the cup.
Under the confused gazes of everyone, Brettley put the cup to his mouth and drank up.
The people in the entire office were so stunned that they were speechless.
Brettley elegantly placed half a cup of water on the table.
“Poison? That’s quite sweet for a poison.”
Upon Brettley’s words, Lucas entered with a doctor.
The doctor picked up the cup of water and observed it closely. In the end, the doctor carefully dipped his finger into the cup and tasted it.
“It’s vitamins.”
Then, the doctor helplessly looked at everyone there. “It’s clearly the most common type of vitamins.
Why would you tell me that someone poisoned the water? What nonsense!”
The old doctor left.
The entire office was in dead silence. Shannon and Zayne looked at each other, all of a sudden at a loss for words.
How would they know that Fiona would intrude Bethan’s office early in the morning because she wanted to put vitamins into Bethan’s cup of water?
“I –It’s… It’s because yesterday was the first day of work, and I already had such an unhappy incident with Ms. Bethan.”
At that moment, Fiona–who was so aggrieved a moment ago she could barely speak–finally said something.
Her voice still sounded so feeble, and it sounded shaky as well as she added, “I’d wake up with headaches if I don’t drink anything to sober myself up after having alcohol. I thought that since we’re all ladies, Ms. Bethan should be the same, too.
“Last night, after some alcohol, Brettley boiled some soup to sober me up, but perhaps no one will care for Ms. Bethan the same way.”
Fiona bit her lips, and her voice was so tender that it might crack at any moment. “That’s when I thought of secretly doing something for Ms. Bethan, to give her some vitamins so that she won’t be too disgruntled Bethan could not help but squinted her eyes at Fiona’s words.
It might seem as though Fiona was explaining the reason why she put vitamins in Bethan’s cup, but the truth was…
She was trying to show off that Brettley made her soup and cared for her. She also implied that Bethan was pitiful because no one took care of her. She was creating an image of being kind-hearted and concerned for other people.
Perhaps, the others might only hear that Fiona was showing off the fact that Brettley made soup for her. To Bethan, there was another layer of meaning behind it.
Last night, Fiona sent Bethan the video of Brettley serving her soup, and she even emphasized it once again.
It was clearly another way of trying to show her power and provoke Bethan.
Bethan smiled.
“Thank you for caring for me so much, Ms. Blake. Although I did have some alcohol last night, I still have people to look after me. My kids care for me, and I have a chef with many years of experience to make some soup for me, too. It tastes great.”
Then, Bethan raised her eyebrows at Brettley. “Mr. Morrison, you even know how to make soup?”
Brettley’s expression darkened upon Bethan’s words. “Of course, I know how to.”
“I guess it doesn’t taste that great even if you made it, right?”
Bethan’s voice and gaze were filled with mockery. “I have experienced Mr. Morrison’s cooking skills before, too.”
Bethan then turned to look at Fiona sympathetically. “I hear that your body isn’t in a great condition. Poor thing–you have to drink Mr. Morrison’s handmade soup.”
Fiona bit her lips. A hint of resentment flashed across her eyes, but she still smiled and looked at Bethan.
“It’s fine. Although the taste wasn’t that great, I’m still touched by Brettley’s gesture and concern for me.”
Bethan sneered. “Mr. Morrison and Ms. Blake, your relationship moved me to tears.”
Brettley furrowed his brows fiercely at Bethan’s strange tone.
Perhaps she could sense the resentment in the way Brettley’s brows were knitted tightly, Fiona bit her lip.
She sounded frail and aggrieved in the way she spoke, “Ms. Bethan, do you think that I’m intentionally telling you all this? I’m not trying to show off my relationship with Brettley. Don’t think of it that way.
“I… I only wanted to explain to you why I put vitamins in your water. I…really don’t have any ill intentions, ” muttered Fiona while tears started to stream down her face once again.
“I’m only concerned for you, but I know that you hate me, so I secretly did it, not wanting to let you know. Who would’ve thought that all of you think this of me…”
Fiona wiped her tears. She looked at Brettley and croaked, “Brettley, am I that repulsive?”
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