Queen Revenge

Jane Hasis’ words shocked me greatly.

Is sweetheart really Bella Hill’s child with Ulysses Will?

How did she get past Walker Richter?

Jane Hasis was still rambling on, reminding me not to do anything stupid for love, and that it would be stupid to really get along with Ulysses Will, and that if the Richter family found out, not only would I, but even the Hill family would suffer the wrath of Walker Richter along with me.

Bella Hill gave Walker Richter such a big cuckold, no, to be precise, she made Walker Richter happy to be a father and raise someone else’s child.

That’s more than any man could bear.

Jane Hasis is really noisy, I growled lowly in annoyance, “Alright, I know what to do and what not to do, aren’t you just afraid of being implicated, don’t worry, even if I divorce Walker Richter, I won’t let THE Hill family be implicated.”

Jane Hasis was yelled at by me and looked at me dumbfounded, “Bella, what are you talking about, mom this is all for your sake, afraid that you will go down the wrong path again ah, it’s not easy for you to marry into the the Richter family … ”

“I know.” I frowned and pushed my fire down, “I’m going back to THE Richter family.”

If I stay any longer, I’m afraid I won’t be able to suppress this fire.

Jane Hasis didn’t dare say anything else, and when I came downstairs, Frank Hill saw me going and said suspiciously, “Bella, where are you going at this late hour, when it’s almost dinner time.”

I didn’t look back, “Back to the Richter family.”

The fact that sweetheart is Ulysses Will’s daughter hit me hard, how can you risk having a child if you don’t truly love someone.

I’ve underestimated Bella Hill’s love for Ulysses Will before.

I wandered down the street, not going back to THE Richter family, looking at the cold, empty streets and suddenly not knowing where to go.

By the time I got back to THE Richter family’s old mansion, the lights were out throughout the house, and I left them on and fumbled my way into the nursery after adjusting to the darkness.

SWEETHEART had fallen asleep and I turned on a small light and just sat next to SWEETHEART and just stared the whole time.

A phrase kept echoing in his head.

This is the daughter of Bella Hill and Ulysses Will.

I don’t think Bella Hill knew that Ulysses Will was alive or she wouldn’t have married Walker Richter in the first place, she would have gone back to Ulysses Will with the baby.

I sat up all night in the nursery and eventually fell asleep on the edge of the bed in a daze.

The nanny came to see SWEETHEART the next day and was surprised to see me in the room, “Second young lady, you were here, I mean how come SWEETHEART didn’t cry or fuss all night.”

Children will always cry at night, but last night, sweetheart really just sleep until dawn, do not know when she woke up, lying on the bed by herself looking at me, but also do not cry and do not make trouble, see me wake up, the little girl grinning, small hands also waved happily, easy to touch the heart of the softest place.

I stretched out my finger for sweetheart to grab, the little girl even more excited, smiling eyes are squinting a piece, mouth issued “oh oh ah ah” sound, as if to learn to speak, so that my mood is also followed by a good, followed by a smile: “really delightful. I was in a good mood and smiled: “How delightful.”

The nanny smiled back, “Little Miss is indeed delightful.”

My arms and legs were numb from staying in one position all night, so I slowed down and asked the nanny to change Sweetheart’s clothes for her, and I went back to my room to wash up myself, only to run into Nancy Richter in the hallway.

Wasn’t she on a business trip with Walker Richter?

It wasn’t even a week ago, so how come it’s back.

Nancy Richter saw me and greeted me with a smile, “Good morning second sister-in-law.”

“Morning.”

Nancy Richter walked past me, and as if she only just remembered something, she turned back and smiled and said, “By the way, Second Sister-in-law, the project was negotiated in advance, and also came back early, but Second Brother, he came back and then looked for Sister Pheobe to go, it seems that there is a little problem with the cooperation with jk, you can understand my Second Brother ah, don’t think too much ah.”

Nancy Richter This is a classic case of stirring the pot and trying to make something happen.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

If she really didn’t want me to think too much, she wouldn’t have made a point of telling me that Walker Richter went to Pheobe Wilson.

Carrying something on my mind and not really wanting to get on Nancy Richter’s bad side, I responded in a light tone, “Got it.”

Nancy Richter, feeling bored by my response, added, “Second Sister, Second Brother may not be back for a few days, gotta finalize the partnership with Sister Pheobe.”

Seeing that Nancy Richter had to see me angry and jealous before she would give up, I looked at her with a cold gaze, “Nancy, do you particularly want Pheobe Wilson to be your second sister-in-law? Don’t worry, I’ll give up this position sooner or later, you don’t have to provoke me so much.”

Upon being disliked, Nancy Richter blushed a little and raised her voice to cover herself, “Bella Hill, do I blame you for Ergo not coming back.”

I didn’t bother with her and just closed the door to my room, shutting out her voice.

After washing up, I changed and went downstairs where Nancy Richter was eating in the dining room and Joyce Parvis was licking her chops in a pleasing manner, “Nancy, here’s my homemade egg custard, try some.”

Just because Fin Wilson didn’t say anything about Joyce Parvis’s stay doesn’t mean Nancy Richter put up with it and never gave Joyce Parvis a good look, “Didn’t the underlings do all this?”

Mr. Richter’s mother couldn’t say anything to Charles Richter.

“I’m not afraid that the underlings won’t do a clean job.” The smile on Joyce Parvis’s face stiffened for a moment, she was once the mistress of this place, but now she was being compared to an underling, and naturally her heart was uncomfortable.

“I never eat egg custard, it looks unappetizing.” Nancy Richter, true to form, put her dishes down, got up and said, “I’m full, I’ll go to the office first.”

Fin Wilson barked, “Drive slow on the road.”

“Got it.”

Nancy Richter grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

The atmosphere at the Richter family was so tense early in the morning that I was tempted to head back to Pear orchard immediately at the thought of how often this would happen in the future.

Charles Richter also ate hastily and left for the office, telling Joyce Parvis on his way out, “You’re Ben’s mother, not an underling, so don’t do those things again.”

“Good to know.” The smile on Joyce Parvis’ face was a little bitter.

It’s almost Spring Festival and Walker Richter hasn’t come back yet. When I think of sweetheart’s life, I sometimes sympathize with Walker Richter for raising a child for someone else, but at the same time I am afraid that he will know the truth.

SWEETHEART is so young, she doesn’t know anything. She’s innocent.

Jane Hasis is still worried about what I’m going to do with Ulysses Will, and has called several times to make side comments.

Then I simply stopped answering her calls.

Walker Richter came back on the first day of Spring Break, and I had just left the hospital after visiting Fiona Croix when Walker Richter’s phone call came in.

The voice is consistently deep and good.

“Come to the Windjammer, I’ll meet you here.”

He was just a phone call to inform me, not to discuss with me, and hung up on me after the conversation.

I didn’t know what Walker Richter wanted, and I called a cab over to find out that he had the whole restaurant to himself, and as soon as I entered, the waiters standing in two rows shouted in unison, “Good evening Ms. Richter.”

Such a big formation, first time I’ve seen it.

“Hello, you guys.” I smiled awkwardly and was led to the second floor by the waitress.

A long table was set up in the center of the large dining room with steaks flowers wine.

And no Walker Richter in sight.