Don't Escape, My Beloved Girl

Brayden almost roared the last sentence, and the blue veins on his tightly clenched hand bulged like centipedes.

Leona pursed her lips and her hands tightened.

To be specific, Olivia had not done anything wrong to Everett.

Belle was too shocked to speak.

Cristina looked at Everett, his eyes blank.

The Old Master frowned.

For a moment, the living room went extremely quiet and one could hear people's breathing.

Brayden laughed and looked at Belle.

"Mom, do you know why she married me?"

Belle had never seen Brayden like this before. He was smiling, but his eyes were red, and there were tears in them. Her heart ached. "Brayden...'

"She told me that her ex-husband felt disgraced because there were men around her and that her father owed a debt a while ago, and her ex-husband did that. She didn't want to be manipulated by him, so she had no choice but to get married"

"Mom, do you know? I've been in company with her for two years, and I've never dared to tell her my feelings for her. She's hurt in her heart, and it's never healed. Now she's finally willing to marry me."

"Not because she loves me. Because that person is me, she is willing to remarry. Do you understand that?"

He looked with red eyes at everyone in the living room.

Belle covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

She didn't know why she was crying.

Was it because of her infatuated son, or because of what happened to Olivia? She was really upset.

She felt hurt for a reason she didn't know.

Brayden looked at the Old Master, and he knelt down on the ground, causing aloud sound.

"Grandfather, I know you won't let me marry her, but I love her, love everything about her.I won't marry anyone but her!"

Belle burst into tears.

Everett narrowed his eyes, and a thick layer of frost formed in them.

On this day, the atmosphere in the Weston Family was overcast.

Olivia had wanted to go to the James family to get her luggage, but she was stopped when she got out.

Only then did she know that Brayden had called someone to spy on her.

She couldn't leave. She was anxious. She went back to the sofa and sat down, looking at a place in a daze.

It never occurred to her that the people who had been by her side for two years were from the Weston Family.

If she had known about it, it would not have happened today.

But there were no ifs, and she was once again put in this awkward position.

It seemed that she should not get married. Never should.

When the phone rang, Olivia took it out and looked at the screen.

It was Frank. She smiled and answered.

"Hello."

"Olivia, where are you?"

Frank's voice was serious, as if he had something important to say.

"I'm out of town, but I'll be back soon. What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You asked me what happened? I heard that you were in a relationship when I came back. Is it true?"

"It's true, but we broke up now."

"What? Break up? You wait, you wait for me!" He needed some time to straighten it out.

He had only been gone for a few days, and she was in love? But she broke up when he came back? In such a few days?

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I broke up an hour ago when I learned that my boyfriend was my ex-husband's nephew."

Frank became silent. Olivia, however, continued as if she could not feel the silence, "You don't know I have been married, do you? I've been married before and divorced. I'm a married woman-' "Oh, by the way, my ex-husband is Everett."

"So don't waste your time on me.'

"Olivia..."

"Well, I'll be back today. Don't worry.I won't interfere with my work because of personal matters.'

"That's it, bye."

She then hung up.

Her hand trembled the moment she hung up.

"How does it feel to have a scar ripped open? That's how she feels now: She wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry out.

She wanted to laugh but failed.