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Chapter 1291
Mya was enchanted by everything on the airplane, relishing the fruits and high-protein meals provided. Aware of Mya’s pregnancy, Nancy and Macey took exceptional care of her, keeping any snacks out of her reach for her baby’s health.
Nancy commented, “In these circumstances, it’s better to keep things under wraps for as long as possible. However, we don’t know how long we’ll be able to stay here this time. Hopefully, the child’s birth will go smoothly.”
Macey expressed her concern, “If Mr. Turner discovers we’ve been aiding Mr. Turner Sr. without his knowledge, it could end badly.”
Nancy responded, “We’ll handle it step by step. Thankfully, we’ve managed to keep Ms. Harper’s pregnancy a secret.”
Holding a strawberry, Mya asked, ” Nancy, did I win our game? See, Fred didn’t even notice I’m carrying a baby. Is it time for my reward yet?”
Nancy promised, “Rest assured, Ms. Harper, you’ll get your reward once we arrive.”
After a hearty meal, Mya, now easily fatigued due to her pregnancy, drifted off to sleep. Upon waking, they had arrived at an international airport in Roshya.
Fred had arranged for some of his people to pick them up and drive them to a private estate guesthouse, surrounded by endless fields of lavender. Mya, discarding her scarf, ran toward the lavender fields, joyously throwing herself onto the flowers. Nancy and Macey, terrified, hurried to support Mya, fearing a fall could harm the baby.
“Ms. Harper, after we settle into the rooms, we’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up. Now that it’s just us, there’s no need to hide anymore,” Nancy assured Mya as she and Macey helped her up.
“Got it,” Mya responded.
Their driver, a Venturian living in Roshya and an informant for Fred, was tasked with ensuring Mya’s safety. His stern demeanor was unsettling to her and reminded her a little of Fred. Mya was intimidated, so snuggled closer to Nancy for comfort and whispered, “He looks so fierce! Why doesn’t he talk? I don’t like him.”
The servants shared Mya’s apprehension toward the silent driver. Macey reassured Mya, “He’s here for your protection, on Mr. Turner’s orders.
“I still don’t like him,” Mya muttered.
At the hospital, Mya was taken to the best facility for a check-up. After a busy half-hour and the results in, a blonde, blue-eyed doctor pointed out a shadow on her head scan. “There’s a hematoma from an injury not yet fully healed, pressing on the tissue and nerves.
“Surgery in this condition is risky, both domestically and internationally, so it’s best treated with medication. Fortunately, Ms. Harper, our hospital has the technology to ensure your recovery within two years.”
Nancy exclaimed, “That’s excellent news. Macey, inform Mr. Turner about Ms. Harper’s condition.”
Macey nodded in agreement. When she dialed Fred’s number, she could not reach him or even the Ventropolis Prison’s landline. Both numbers were not available.
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Nancy and Macey, unable to contact Fred, worried that Mya might have been sidelined due to Ava’s influence.
They recognized Fred’s pattern of fleeting commitments, except to Ava, and feared Mya’s innocence and naivety made her less favorable in his eyes.
They speculated that sending Mya away for treatment was a strategy to distance her, which would ultimately lead to him abandoning her. Comparing Mya to Ava was no contest, as even they had not seen a woman more attractive than Ava.
If it were not for Frank Turner, Fred’s father, and his intervention upon discovering Mya’s accidental pregnancy with Fred’s child, Nancy and Macey would not have gone to such lengths to protect Mya and the unborn baby in secret.
As Mya was prepared for surgery and with no sign of Fred, Nancy and Macey had no choice but to sign the surgery consent form themselves, allowing Mya’s treatment to proceed.
Lying on the hospital bed, Mya panicked as Oak Joseph, the doctor, approached with a syringe. She struggled and pleaded, “What are you doing? Let me go! I don’t want an injection.”
Nancy and Macey tried to soothe Mya’s fears. “Ms. Harper, please just bear with it a bit longer. It’ll be over soon. Once you’re better, we can all go home.
The promise of home seemed to calm Mya slightly, and she became drowsy from the medication, her surroundings fading away.
Nancy asked, “The medication won’t harm the baby, right?”
Oak reassured them, “The medication is safe for the fetus. It’s been clinically tested.”
Relieved, Macey sighed, “As long as the child is safe.”
Nancy and Macey knew the grave consequences if anything happened to Mya’s child. They could not face Frank.
When Mya woke up, she was already back at the estate, lying in bed with blurred vision. It took a while for her to recognize the food in front of her, and memories she had forgotten started coming back.
Once fully awake, she reverted to her usual self.
Nancy, carrying food upstairs, inquired, “Still no calls from Mr. Turner?”
Macey shook her head. “Perhaps Mr. Turner doesn’t want Ms. Harper anymore. This is the second time. Hiding her pregnancy now would be even more challenging.”
As Nancy and Macey walked down the corridor, a menacing figure in black passed by, silencing them instantly. Their panic was evident, unsure of how much he had heard. However, he walked past indifferently, hands in his pockets, seemingly uncaring.
Macey nervously speculated, “He wouldn’t tell anyone, would he?”
Nancy, frowning, suggested, “Let’s wait and see. If something happens, we’ll call Mr. Turner Sr. He won’t ignore us then.”
That was their only option now.
As Nancy and Macey entered the room, they found Mya still asleep.
Considering Oak’s advice for Mya to rest after her treatment and not wanting to disturb her, Nancy murmured softly, ‘I wonder if Ms. Harper is feeling any better.’
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Macey shared her thoughts, “I find Ms. Harper to be quite nice, very different from Ms. Windham. It’s my first time seeing a woman as carefree as her, much better than Ms. Samford, who kept bossing us around the moment she arrived at the villa.”
Nancy sighed in agreement, “That’s true. Let’s be patient and see how things unfold. Since Mr. Turner hasn’t returned our calls, let’s not alert him.”
Macey nodded in agreement.
The treatment they discussed involved an injection administered every three months, designed to dissolve the clot. This duration could feel simultaneously lengthy and brief, depending on the perspective.
The silence that typically enveloped Ventropolis Prison was occasionally pierced by nocturnal howls. Within the confines of a fenced combat arena, Fred, bearing wounds, stepped down from the platform, accepting a towel from his deputy warden. His attention then shifted to a man on the platform, now motionless and bloody.
This grim policy of the prison offered victors a glimmer of freedom, while the defeated were doomed to never leave the platform alive.
Fred, cleaning off the blood, inquired, ” Any news yet?”
The deputy warden, following behind, understood without asking that Fred was inquiring about a specific person. ” Mr. Turner, it’s only been three days, and you’ve asked six times. If you’re really concerned, why not fly there yourself? Besides, the matter you wanted to investigate seems to be progressing there.”
Fred pondered, ‘Only three days?”
He discarded the towel, donned his black military uniform, and entered his office. The office’s chill contrasted sharply with the warmth emanating from a drawing on the wall, Mya’s artwork from her visit.
Seated at his desk, Fred lit a cigar, adopting a relaxed posture as his deputy warden assisted with the lighter. He then questioned, “Any calls from that end?”
The deputy warden reported, “The prison’s security systems had a malfunction, revealing an escape attempt. Fortunately, it was thwarted in time, and the culprits have been captured and executed.”
Fred was momentarily haunted by Mya’s voice, reminiscing, “Fred, I drew a little person for you. Does it look like me? And do you see this next to it? This ugly, rotten black mushroom is you, just as dark as your face.”
The memory felt like an auditory illusion. The deputy warden, noticing Fred’s fixed gaze on the drawing, realized the significance it held for him over the days.
Yet, Fred’s fascination with Mya seemed a mere whim, paling in comparison to Ava’s charm from the deputy warden’s point of view.
“The chairman of the Marisburg Chamber of Commerce wishes to invite you for a meal at Supreme World. Should I decline?”
“Fred, where are you going?” Ava’s voice filled the room, her presence irresistibly alluring.
The deputy warden, avoiding Ava’s gaze, promptly excused himself.
Ava, positioning herself on Fred’s lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, voiced her complaint with a beautiful pout. “Fred, someone kept on calling you today. It was so bothersome, I simply disconnected the phone line.”
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“You’re not blaming me, are you?” Ava asked. Suddenly enraged, Fred shoved Ava off him and shouted, “You’re getting bolder and bolder by the day!”
Ava fell weakly to the floor, but her face showed no sign of pain. Instead, she seductively writhed, crawling on her knees toward him. She took his finger into her mouth, her actions filled with allure, gradually quelling the anger in his eyes. As she became bolder, she began to unzip his trousers with her tongue.
Fred looked down at Ava beneath him, expressionless. After all, Ava was trained to be a high-end seductress, naturally luring men with their desires. Her mere gaze was enough to render most men helpless.
Grabbing Ava’s hair, Fred forcefully moved her head forward, and she accepted without resistance. After Fred released, Ava licked her lips, her eyes staring as if still craving more, sucking on her finger.
Out of the blue, Fred struck her delicate face.
Meanwhile, Blake tried several times but could not get through on the landline, which was unusual since Mya typically answered within three seconds.
Holding a gift, Liam comforted Blake, ” If you’re worried, I can go with you to check.”
Without hesitation, Blake shook her head, “Better not. That place is tough enough to visit once.”
Blake’s last attempt to reach the Ventropolis Prison, guided by a hard- found address, nearly ended disastrously. The remote wilderness, inaccessible by regular vehicles, had nearly claimed her life.
The horrifying online rumors about the prison were not unfounded. It was said those incarcerated there, condemned for heinous crimes, rarely if ever, made it out alive. Even escape attempts seemed futile.
Rumors also circulated that anyone who accidentally wandered too close were dealt with harshly, though the truth remained uncertain.
Liam had shared this information with Blake, who initially sought out Mya in the prison out of concern for Grace. Grace had been distraught since Mya’s disappearance.
Upon returning home, Blake was met with Grace’s warm welcome, surprised at how quickly her marriage to Liam had been arranged.
“Your parents were overjoyed about your marriage license,” Grace shared, her hands clasped with Blakes.” They’re eagerly awaiting the wedding date. We have time to plan, maybe for October.”
Liam, caught up in the moment, expressed his eagerness. His gaze filled with adoration as he said, “We should start planning soon. I dream of giving Blake a wedding to remember.”
Yet, Blake’s smile was strained as she said, “I don’t want a wedding.”
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Grace expressed her concern, ” Marriage is a pivotal moment. Skipping a wedding might draw unwelcome attention and cause rumors.”
Liam noticed Blake’s discomfort and quickly reassured her, his voice steady and supportive. “It’s okay, Blake has made her decision, and I will support her in whatever she chooses.”
Seeing the couple fall silent, Grace did not press further. “If a wedding isn’t what you want, we’ll respect that decision. Let’s plan a family dinner, at the very least.”
Blake agreed without further objection and said, “I’ve already made arrangements for dinner next month when my parents return. We can celebrate together then.”
Grace accepted this plan. She conceded, “Since you’re both in agreement, I’ll support it. It’s ultimately your choice.”
Shifting the topic, Grace’s tone turned to concern. “By the way, Blake, have you tried contacting Mya recently? It’s odd. She used to call home every day, but recently there’s been no word from her and I can’t get through to her old number.”
Blake responded, a hint of worry in her voice. “I’ve tried calling since I got here, with no luck. She might be preoccupied.”
Grace nodded and said, “I’m not as worried about her safety as I am about her health. I fear she’s not holding up well, and her condition might worsen to the point that she might even forget us.”
Blake promised, albeit reluctantly, “I’ll try calling her again.”
Grace then offered, “Why not stay here tonight? It’s been too quiet around here without you.”
Blake agreed to stay.
After dinner, while Blake and Grace took a reflective walk outside, Liam and Simon engaged in a game of chess inside.
During their walk, Grace probed gently, “You had feelings for Kevin, didn’t you? What changed? Did something happen? Marriage is for life, Blake. You need to think it through.”
Blake hesitated, then suppressed her troubles to herself. She did not want to burden Grace, who had already aged significantly from worrying about Mya.
“I’ve made up my mind. Who I marry doesn’t really matter. Liam said if I ever want to divorce, he’d let me go,” said Blake.
Grace, sensing something unsaid, cautiously asked, “Did Cecilia influence this decision?”
Blake offered a strained smile, masking her true feelings. “No, it was my decision. Liam is good to me, and I’m not getting any younger. If Kevin doesn’t care for me, I shouldn’t waste my time on him.”
Grace nodded. “That’s true. If Kevin doesn’t care for you, there’s no point in lingering on him.”
But Blake’s heart could not accommodate anyone besides Kevin. The truth was that her agreement to marry Liam was merely a facade to deal with Cecilia.
Unexpectedly, Cecilia had sold her shares in the Jardin Corporation to a stranger and stepped down from her role, leaving everyone to ponder her motives.
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Blake wished she could feel as Grace suggested, but she knew she could not. She could not stop loving Kevin, could not stop wanting to be with him.
Blake recalled her quarrels with Kevin and her anger at him in the past, telling him to go as far away as possible and that she never wanted to see him again. Those all felt so hollow now.
She had given him her all, hoping to be by his side, even if it meant returning to her role as his insignificant assistant. What she once loathed had become her most desperate wish.
‘Kevin, you promised me you’d return after three years, yet here I am, feeling abandoned. If given the chance, I’d erase every quarrel, every harsh word,’ Blake mused, her heart heavy with regret and yearning.
Grace expressed her concern, “Look at this. Ventropolis is not safe anymore. Be careful when you go out. I’m worried about Mya. I fear she might have gotten into trouble, possibly even abducted.”
Blake took Grace’s phone and saw a news report about a crackdown on three illegal human trafficking rings in Ventropolis, including a raid on entertainment venues connected to drug trafficking. Over a hundred people were rescued, intended to be sold in Northern Myanmar.
The victims’ photos, from adult men and women to children, showed them being led from a truck, and captured while trying to cross the border. Eventually, they were stopped at the southern border, and the clues uncovered revealed that many people had been kidnapped and were to be secretly taken to the northern Myanmar region.
The news also mentioned a girl abducted in broad daylight and found dead with her organs removed. Another headline popped up about a crime lord’s son from Northern Myanmar being arrested in a Silverbay casino, hinting at chaos in the criminal world there. Blake did not watch the linked video, feeling a growing unease.
‘Could the unrest be because of Kevin? What happened in Northern Myanmar after I left?’ Blake pondered, her worry deepening.
Grace noticed Blake’s distraction and asked, “What’s wrong? What are you looking at?”
Blake handed back the phone to Grace and said, “Nothing. Just surprised by the news.”
Grace worriedly added, “Yes, such incidents never occurred in Ventropolis before, where people could be brazenly kidnapped in broad daylight. The Turner family isn’t someone we can afford to provoke. When you ask about Mya, you must also ensure your safety. Your parents entrusted me to take good care of you, and they wouldn’t want to return and find you in bad shape. That would leave them devastated.”
Blake reassured her, “I’m fine, just dealing with some issues. I’ll overcome them.”
To lighten the mood, Blake joined Liam and Simon in the living room and asked, “Who won?”
Simon smiled proudly. “Liam, you played well. I look forward to more games with you. You should visit us more often.”
Liam agreed with a smile, then addressed Blake, “Your uncle won.”
As the night grew late, they all prepared for bed. Before Grace and Simon headed upstairs, they advised the younger couple, “You two should get some rest as well.”
Blake responded, “Good night.”
Once Grace and Simon were upstairs, Blake suggested to Liam, “Let’s go to bed.”
“Okay,” Liam agreed and followed Blake to her room.
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As Blake and Liam reached the upstairs corridor, a servant emerged from Blake’s room, promptly informing her, “Ms. Dion, your room’s ready.”
“Thank you,” Blake replied, a slight awkwardness in her tone.
The servant did not mention anything about the guest room, naturally assuming Liam and Blake would share a bed. After Blake entered her room, her hands awkwardly by her side, eyeing the only bed. “Liam, I was thinking-”
Before Blake could finish, Liam interrupted her, “It’s fine, I can sleep on the floor.”
Blake interjected, “No, that wasn’t what I meant. You should take the bed, and I’ll stay in Mya’s room tonight.”
As she spoke, Blake picked up her pillow, her movements betraying a mix of resolve and hesitation. Liam’s response, barely above a whisper, revealed his hurt, “You can’t bear to even be in the same room as me?”
Blake, caught off guard by his misunderstanding, hastened to explain. “It’s not that, Liam. I’m concerned about your comfort. You’ve had headaches, and sleeping on the floor in the cold isn’t good for your condition.”
Liam’s gaze softened, his affection evident. “To me, comfort is secondary. Being near you is what matters most.”
Blake’s grip on the pillow tightened. She was touched yet firm in her decision, and asked for patience. ” Liam, I just haven’t adjusted yet. Please give me some time.”
After a moment of silence, Liam replied softly, “Okay.”
“Thank you,” Blake murmured, a mix of gratitude and guilt coloring her voice.
Blake had entered this marriage bewildered, and even obtaining her marriage license with Liam was a blur. She had not expected that she would be the first to break her promise to Kevin.
‘Three years… but how much time has passed?’ Blake pondered.
After Blake went to Mya’s room next door, she found herself wide awake. She placed the pillow at the bed’s foot and stepped onto the balcony, her thoughts adrift under the night sky.
Suddenly, Blake felt lost, unsure of how to proceed. She pondered, ‘Would Kevin feel disappointed if he knew about my marriage to Liam?”
The sudden ring of her phone snapped Blake back to the present. Seeing the caller ID, Blake calmly answered, ” Cecilia, are you satisfied with how things are now?”
Cecilia, attending to a man’s hand and utilizing the speakerphone, responded cryptically, “Your actions for Kevin’s sake are extreme. Sadly, he may never know.”
Blake pressed for clarity. “What are you implying?”
Cecilia chuckled, “Did you see the news today? An explosion occurred in a major facility in Northern Myanmar, and there was also a girl kidnapped in broad daylight…”
“What are you trying to say? What does any of this have to do with Kevin?” Blake inquired further.
Cecilia spoke calmly, “Those cops took an interest in that girl, the cherished daughter of a high-ranking officer in Ventropolis. This time, they’ve stepped into a minefield. If you want someone to blame, blame their quick actions.
“After her death, orders came from above to clear out the forces in northern Myanmar. Guess who received that order? My sources tell me that Kevin didn’t make it out in time when an explosion occurred during a mission.”
Blake was in disbelief. “That can’t be true. You’re lying!”
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Cecilia said, “Blake, I did consider eliminating Kevin for your sake, but I’ve been lenient. If you don’t trust me, I have video footage. However, Kevin might still be alive.”
In the cold night, Blake felt an icy chill envelop her, as if she had plunged into a nightmare she could not escape.
‘How could Kevin be dead? He promised to return. Why does Cecilia claim he died in that explosion?’ Blake reflected, shocked.
On the other end, Cecilia received no reply, only hearing a heavy thud before the call ended abruptly.
Liam, searching for Blake, discovered her on the balcony unconscious with her phone nearby. Unaware of the conversation, he noticed Cecilia’s number as the last dialed.
Liam’s concern turned into a frosty determination. Prioritizing Blake’s well -being, he rushed her to the hospital.
The nurse eventually announced, ” Congratulations, your wife is six weeks pregnant. Her fainting was likely due to exhaustion and low blood sugar, nothing serious. Just make sure she has a nutritious diet when you get home.”
Liam, looking at the still unconscious Blake on the bed, asked, “Is the baby okay?”
“You might need an ultrasound to know for sure,” the nurse replied. “But as long as she rests, there shouldn’t be any issues.”
Liam’s gaze deepened. “Thank you.”
It was early in the morning when Blake woke up. She tried not to disturb Liam by her bed, but tears began to flow uncontrollably, even with her eyes closed. Soon, the pillow was soaked. Liam felt the hand he was holding tremble. He opened his eyes to see Blake crying.
Liam was momentarily taken aback before gently wiping her tears. He asked, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”
Blake felt suffocated, and her heart ached with sadness. Opening her eyes, she revealed, “Liam, Cecilia said that Kevin’s dead, that he died in that explosion.”
Liam reassured her, “Kevin hasn’t been confirmed dead. I’ve already had it investigated. He wasn’t found at the explosion site in Northern Myanmar. Given his expertise, it’s unlikely he was harmed.”
“Are you telling the truth? You’re not lying to me?” Blake asked.
Liam assured Blake, “I have no reason to lie. You’re my wife now, and I’m here for you, regardless of our marriage’s initial purpose.”
Blake nodded, “Liam, I want to go home.”
“Alright, I’ll take you home,” Liam promised.
When Liam brought Blake home, she chose not to worry Simon and Grace about the events from last night.
Liam took leave from work to stay with Blake.
Unable to stay idle at home, Blake drove to the apartment where Kevin used to live. Since his departure, she had ensured it was regularly cleaned, with his clothes left untouched in the wardrobe.
Blake walked into Kevin’s bedroom, her gaze falling on the neatly placed pajamas in the open wardrobe. A pang of painful sorrow spread across her chest. Their memories seemed like they had happened just yesterday, yet everything had changed so drastically now.
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Tears streamed down Blake’s face as she wiped them away with a blank expression, murmuring to herself, “I don’t believe you’re gone, just like that. If you haven’t come back to look for me in three years, I’ll go search for you myself.
“No matter where you are or what it takes, even if it means going to the ends of the earth. I’ll never believe you’re dead, Kevin.”
Unbeknownst to Blake, two men observed her from a secluded corner of Ventropolis through surveillance footage. One chuckled. “This woman does have feelings for Kevin. She’s been here almost a dozen times in a month. And she’s about to get married, doesn’t her husband mind?”
The other, holding a cup of coffee, added, “Who knows? Kevin doesn’t know how to cherish a good woman.”
Blake lay on the bed, eventually drifting into sleep amidst her tears. When she awoke in the afternoon, her phone buzzed incessantly with messages and missed calls.
She regained her composure and read through them.
[Mom and Dad are back. Where are you? ]
[Blake, call me back. I’m worried about you.]
‘Mom and Dad are back?’ Blake wondered.
Without much thought, Blake hurriedly left the apartment building. As soon as she stepped outside, a red Lamborghini pulled up beside her. The window rolled down revealing Cecilia, who took off her sunglasses and said, “Get in, Blake.
Blake replied coldly, “I’m not talking to you.”
Cecilia continued, “I’ve already informed your family. They know I’m picking you up. Other than me, no one knows you’re here. Getting in the car will save us some trouble.”
Not trusting her, Blake stared at Cecilia and said, “You had people watching me?”
Cecilia simply smiled, not answering, which seemed like a confirmation. She then enticingly said, “If you get in, I’ll tell you about Kevin.”
With those words, Blake got into the passenger seat and asked, “What do you want to tell me?”
Then, Blake’s gaze fell on Cecilia’s slightly protruding belly, indicating that she was carrying a child whose father was unknown to everyone.
As Cecilia drove, she said, “I’m sure Liam has already told you that Kevin might still be alive. So, you don’t have to worry anymore.”
Blake retorted, “You set me up! Was your goal to force me to marry Liam? I’m telling you, I won’t let you get your way. I’m going to cancel the wedding.”
Cecilia seemed to have anticipated Blake’s reaction and said, “Blake, some decisions can’t be changed on a whim. Going back on your decision now would be harming your family. Do you really want to do that?”
Blake countered, “Stop lying to me. My family is under Fred’s protection. If you dare to touch them, Fred won’t let you off.”
Cecilia laughed as if she heard something amusing and said, “Mya has been abandoned and sent to Roshya. Didn’t you know?”
Blake denied, “Impossible, you’re lying again.”
Cecilia replied, “If you don’t believe me, once we’ve settled your marriage with Liam, I’ll take you to Ventropolis Prison, and you can see for yourself.”
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Blake kept using Kevin as an excuse to talk herself into marrying Liam.
When she had been in Northern Myanmar, Blake had noticed Cecilia’s high status there and how the people there treated her with utmost respect. Blake knew that she was most likely involved in the explosion. Her fists clenched tightly, and her whole body tensed up, a deep, dull emotional pain coursing through her. Blake’s eyes welled with tears as she gazed out the car window, her emotions rising.
After they arrived at the Harper residence, Blake exited the car with Cecilia following closely into the foyer. Grace asked, “Blake, where have you been? Liam…”
Simon clutched his chest and stood up from the couch. Upon seeing Cecilia also appear at the door, the expressions on everyone’s faces changed. Simon walked over and said, “Blake, come here.”
Blake obediently walked over. Grace stepped forward, gripped her hand, and shielded her behind, saying to Cecilia, ” What are you doing here? You’re not welcome here. Get out now.”
Cecilia removed her sunglasses, chuckled disbelievingly, and said, ”
Blake is my younger sister. As her only sister, I naturally have the right to get involved in her marriage. Of course, in gratitude for all these years of raising my sister, I’m covering all the expenses for her wedding. Oh! By the way, that also includes all her post-marriage expenses.”
Grace gave Simon an uncomfortable glance. The three of them standing together looked like a family, leaving Cecilia distinctly as the outsider. Blake suddenly spoke up when everyone stayed silent, “Before, you coerced me into doing what you wanted and went to great lengths to manipulate me into marrying Liam. But this time, Cecilia, I’ve made up my mind. I want a divorce from Liam. I won’t let you manipulate me anymore.” Grace tightly held her hand, and sweat formed in their palms.
Blake held both hers and Liam’s marriage certificate. It was something Liam had given her. He had said that if she ever wanted a divorce, she could take the marriage certificate to the courthouse.
Cecilia smirked, “Blake, even if you divorce Liam, do you think the Xander family will take it lightly? Liam is Julian’s most precious son. If you hurt Liam, do you really think all of you and your adoptive mother can still get by in Ventropolis? Oh, and your daughter, Mya…”
When Cecilia brought up Mya, Blake promptly interrupted loudly, “Cecilia, our family affairs are none of your business.”
However, Grace asked persistently, ” What happened to Mya? Tell us what you know!”
Simon clutched his heart, and Blake’s heart started racing. ‘Uncle’s got a weak heart. If he and Aunt discover that Mya has been assigned abroad by that jerk Fred, who knows what kind of shock they might experience.’
Blake said, “Aunt, don’t listen to her nonsense. She has no other means besides threatening people.”
“Blake, why are you talking about me like this? I’m just doing it for your own good.” With that, Cecilia raised her hand, glanced at the time on her wrist, and continued, “Alright, let’s not waste any more time here. Mr. Xander is still waiting for us to discuss the wedding.”
While speaking, Cecilia shot a suggestive look towards Blake.
‘Yeah, Julian is about to run for the position of mayor. Everyone thinks he’s the most suitable candidate. They’ve even drafted the announcement and plan to release it officially on election day.’
In the end, Blake gave in. On the way to the Xander residence, Blake occupied the middle seat, her hand held tightly by Grace, who was both anxious and worried. “Blake, what did Cecilia mean just now? What’s going on with Mya? Is she having a relapse of her condition? Has she gone missing? Mya! My poor Mya!”
Simon scolded, “Alright, stop crying. Mya has always been lucky since childhood. She’ll be fine.”
Blake hesitated before saying, “Aunt, don’t worry. Mya just went abroad for treatment. It’s just unclear what Fred is really thinking.”
Grace said, “Yeah! Ever since that jerk started abusing and mistreating Mya, her mind has been deteriorating. Mya used to be perfectly normal, and she was so smart. If Fred doesn’t like her, he could just send her back. Why insist on sending her away?”