Fiona smiled and gracefully let go. A hint of smugness flashed across her eyes. “I’ve already said that I ‘m wrong in the things I’ve done. Why should you keep bringing them up, Ms. Bethan?”
Then, Fiona turned to look at Brettley.
“Brettley, you have to talk properly with Ms. Bethan. Don’t treat her badly just because she’s been making things difficult for me. She’s just upright, direct, and righteous–that was why she pointed out my mistakes. She’s only thinking about the company. Don’t find faults with her, ” said Fiona before she turned and left.
Bethan stood still as she watched Fiona leave, gnawing on her lip as she did.
On the surface, Fiona was kind-hearted and understanding, but every word she said was strangely worth scrutinizing over. It was infuriating.
After Fiona left, Lucas, able to read the room, understandingly placed down the documents and left.
When he left, he even thoughtfully closed the door.
Once the door was closed, it was only Bethan and Brettley left in the office.
Brettley looked at Bethan’s arm. Blood had seeped through her clothes and dyed her white chiffon shirt red.
He sighed, turned around, and picked up the first aid kit on the shelf.
“Sit down.”
Bethan looked at the things in Brettley’s hands before subconsciously looking at her own arm.
This was Brettley’s fault when he slammed into her, the painting equipment to cut her skin.
The wound was not huge, nor was it deep. Although it had hurt, it was not too serious.
However, Fiona had exerted a little too much force when she squeezed her hand, causing Bethan’s fingers to dig into the wound.
Thus, more blood flowed out, and it got even more painful.
Still, Bethan did not want to accept Brettley’s charity.
She smiled and looked at Brettley’s face aloofly. “Why the pretense, Mr. Morrison? You caused this wound.
Why are you pretending to be kind and concerned now?”
Brettley furrowed his brows. “I didn’t mean to do it.”
He lowered his head and opened the first aid kit. He said, “It was an emergency just now. I was anxious to check up on Fiona, so I accidentally bumped into you.”
An emergency?
Bethan laughed.
If she remembered correctly, when Brettley reached the design department, other than Fiona crying, no one was targeting her.
Was this situation considered an emergency, so much so that Brettley did not even see her, a living person, standing there?
Finding it hilarious, Bethan giggled mockingly and stared at Brettley.
“Mr. Morrison, if Ms. Blake is so precious to you, you should’ve placed her in a glass cabinet and had men carry her every time you went out. That way, no one could knock her or touch her. It’s highly effective and safe.”
Brettley, who was pouring the disinfectant, paused a little.
After a while, he lifted his head and looked at Bethan coldly. “You don’t have to put it so harshly. Fiona means a lot to me. It’s only normal that I value her. “
Upon saying that, Brettley pointed to the seat next to him. “Come, sit here.”
Bethan bled so profusely that it must have hurt.
This woman only wanted to bicker with him. Did she not care about her pain at all?
Bethan did not move.
“Mr. Morrison, didn’t you say that you and I had nothing going on ever since six years ago? Since you and I are just normal superior and subordinate, which superior would help their subordinate dress wounds?”
Bethan shot Brettley a fierce stare.
“Mr. Morrison, you got me to come over. I don’t think it’s just to help me dress my wounds, right? Just say what you want to say–don’t beat around the bush. I’m pretty busy, too.”
Bethan’s aloof and distant attitude made Brettley somewhat uncomfortable.
He furrowed his brows and coldly looked at her face. “Do you have to treat me this way?”
“This is the normal way one should treat their superiors, ” sneered Bethan. “Is there a problem?”
Brettley narrowed his eyes; there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
After a while, Brettley finally let go of the first aid kit in his hands. He turned, gracefully sat on the sofa, and elegantly crossed his legs. He looked at Bethan closely as if he was an emperor.
“I got you to come over here just to reiterate one thing: Fiona is my girlfriend. She is my woman.
She’s here in the office because she’s too bored at home. She chose the design department only because, coincidentally, she has interest in jewelry design, too.”
Brettley’s voice was flat.
“Her health isn’t great. If her emotions get too agitated, she’d be uncomfortable as well. She’s here in the office only to experience life, so I made an exception for her. She doesn’t have to follow the rules and regulations of the company. She can come in late and go back home early, and she can also do a lot of things that others aren’t allowed to.”
Then, he lifted his head and looked at Bethan flatly. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Bethan gasped.
Brettley might have always been a scumbag in relationships, but he was a man with principles.
At least, in his company, he would never allow anyone to abuse their position for personal gain.
However, she never would have expected that Fiona would be able to get him to abandon all of his principles and standards.
“I never would’ve thought that such words would come out from Mr. Morrison’s mouth.”
“I never thought so myself, either.”
Brettley lifted his head and looked at Bethan squarely.
“I got you here to clarify this with you. At the same time, I hope you can manage your staff. Not only your assistants but also the other staff in the design department. No one could afford to bear the consequences of offending Fiona.”
Then, he swept a cold glance at Bethan’s pale face. “
You might not be able to bear it as well.”
Bethan bit her lips and smiled bitterly at Brettley.
“Is she so great that you’d be willing to let go of your principles?”
Brettley nodded flatly. “Yes, so manage your people, Bethan. If anything were to happen to Fiona again…”
Brettley narrowed his eyes. “I’ll immediately cut off all your sources of income.”
Bethan’s heart violently skipped a beat. “How dare you! Without my source of income, Nigel’s sickness Brettley sneered, “If Fiona’s emotions were not kept in check due to you, and it affected her body…
“Nigel doesn’t need to be cured either.”
Transfixed where she was, Bethan felt something loud explode in her head.
“You actually dare to use Nigel’s life to threaten me just to make your beloved Ms. Blake happy?”
Brettley leaned back on the sofa. He looked at her gracefully and lazily. “Yes, what about it?”
Brettley’s answer only made Bethan’s blood boil.
She clenched her fists tight and gritted her teeth hard. She even had murderous intentions against Brettley.
How could someone be so heartless, despicable, and shameless to this extent?
Did he have to use such a detached way, talking so cruelly about his own child?
Why in the world did she fall for this man in the beginning?
Regardless, Bethan understood all too well that she could not afford to offend Brettley.
She clenched her fist by her sides, then she let go. She clenched them and relaxed them once again.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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