Chapter 218

Mrs. Fletcher was unhappy but she nodded reluctantly under Rachel’s scrutiny. “Mrs. Stark, you are too kind, which is why she bullies you. Please be careful later, Mrs. Stark. She seems to be aggressive, so don’t let her harm the child in your womb…” Mrs. Fletcher muttered quietly.

Mrs. Fletcher, what nonsense are you spouting?” Rachel’s expression changed slightly. “Why would Miss Myra harm her biological younger brother?”

“Who knows…” Mrs. Fletcher tried to hold back but she couldn’t help but mutter, “Everybody’s been saying that she is back for the family assets. Now that she knows that you are pregnant with a son, Mrs. Stark, I am sure that she would target you with all she has. Mrs. Stark, you have to be careful!”

“She won’t.” Rachel turned to Mrs. Fletcher and reassured, “I trust that Myra is a good person and that she would not do that.”

Mrs. Fletcher was about to say something but Rachel had already made her way into the house.

Myra did not expect Rachel to maintain the style and decorations within the villa once she lived in it.

True enough, when Myra’s late mother was around, the whole villa had a pastoral style and there were fresh flowers and plants all over the place. However, right now, the villa was decorated in extravagant luxury.

Crystal chandeliers, dangling crystals and crystal ornaments could be seen everywhere. The wooden furniture was dark brown pear wood, whereas a light-colored carpet covered the entire villa. This was most probably because of Rachel’s pregnancy. The walls were covered with all kinds of abstract oil paintings and there were many profound antiques in the living room, though Myra wasn’t sure if they were fake or genuine.

Myra was rather upset as she looked around the unrecognizable place she once called home.

I had countless happy memories in this place. My happy, albeit limited, memories with my mother were all made here. However, right now the place has become the love nest belonging to another woman and the man whom I’m reluctant to acknowledge as my father.

Back when I left this house all those years ago, I was filled with resentment and despair. Now that I’m back here, I harbor a sense of reluctance and heartache, coupled with feeling sorry for myself.

Mom, I will never let Rachel snatch away things that belong to you! I’d rather donate everything from Stark Group to the welfare center than allow that mother-daughter duo to enjoy their happiness based on your tragedy!

I’ve made up my mind, especially since Kris did such a horrible thing to me. I will never forgive them easily! I have understood something after suffering throughout the years—when it comes to certain circumstances and people, the only way is to face the enemy head-on with a decisive blow. That’s the only solution to stop them from continuing the bullying.

“Myra, I remember that you like drinking lemonade, right? Quickly, Mrs. Fletcher; pour a glass of lemonade for Myra.” Rachel spoke to Mrs. Fletcher gently once she walked through the door, sounding as if she was delighted at Myra’s arrival.

Mrs. Fletcher appeared reluctant but she went into the kitchen anyway. After a long time, she finally emerged with a glass of lemonade.

Myra did not spare a glance at the drink at all. She merely looked at Rachel’s stomach and murmured, “I heard that you are pregnant with a son?”

Mrs. Fletcher immediately shot a vigilant look at Myra.

Rachel didn’t seem to mind though; instead, she caressed her belly and she seemed to glow with maternal love. “To be honest, an experienced doctor mentioned the child’s a boy, but nothing is confirmed thus far. However, it’s the same regardless of the baby’s gender because your dad and I will love the child all the same.”

“Is that so…” Myra chuckled and she stood up abruptly. She did not want to chat with Rachel anymore, so she made her way up the stairs.

I’ve thought about it and I wondered if Rachel is faking her pregnancy, but Cameron is such a wise man; how could he be fooled in such matters? Besides, to have a son at such an old age, I’m sure that he’d be extra careful. In that case, does it mean that Rachel is truly pregnant? My instincts tell me that there’s something fishy in this matter.

Myra walked past the room that used to be hers, and she smirked when she recalled her previous conversation with Kris.

Soon, Kris and Cameron arrived home.

Rachel instructed Mrs. Fletcher to serve the food, and the whole family made their way to the dining table.

Myra was bringing up the rear when she saw Kris was about to take her seat. “That’s my seat,” Myra stated quietly behind her.

Kris’ expression changed slightly; she was about to say something but Rachel glared at her viciously in silence. It was only then that Kris changed her seat reluctantly, and she commented sarcastically once she sat down, “Did you truly think that we’d reserve the seat for you after you left two years ago? That’s rather shameless of you!”

Nevertheless, Myra appeared unperturbed. “Kris, you told me previously that you’re returning my room to me, so I thought that you approved of me returning to the Stark Residence. It turns out you weren’t serious. In that case, why did you invite me back for a meal, Rachel? Is it just so the chauffeur and housekeeper can glare at me viciously?”

Cameron had just taken his seat at the head of the table. He turned his head and he immediately saw Mrs. Fletcher, who had just served the food, glaring at Myra unhappily. His expression darkened straight away and at Myra’s mention of the chauffeur, he recalled about the incident of opening the door today…

Upon noticing Cameron’s foul expression, Rachel reprimanded Mrs. Fletcher anxiously, and she instructed the latter to keep an eye on the soup in the kitchen. Then, Rachel turned to Myra with an apologetic expression. “Mrs. Fletcher might be having a bad day today. She’s not targeting you at all, Myra. Please don’t take it to heart.”

“It’s fine as long as she isn’t targeting me.” Myra took her seat and she turned to face Cameron. “I want to stay the night.”

Cameron most probably wasn’t expecting Myra to take the initiative to voice that out.

I know very well that I cannot afford to offend Myra right now; well, at least not during this stage when Myra and Tony are having a relationship. Besides, I can take this opportunity to gain some benefits for the Stark Group. Hence, Cameron laughed heartily as he commented, “Myra, feel free to stay here for as long as you wish. Haven’t I told you before? We will always welcome you and you can return home whenever you want.”

Cameron’s expression and tone were warm and welcoming. If Myra had lost her memories, she would have mistaken him as a kind and warm father, but that was impossible.

In all honesty, I hate my sharp façade, but I’ve burned bridges with this group of people long ago. I do not want to fake it and put on an act with them. I will try my best to help those I care for, but I will no longer go easy on those who had once hurt me.

Myra hummed in response and her expression relaxed slightly. She then concentrated on her plate of food, enjoying her dinner in silence.

She wore a cold and distant expression throughout dinner, and it seemed as if the whole family was trying to fawn over her by inviting her home for dinner. Kris gritted her teeth in frustration but she had to hold herself back, thanks to Rachel’s insistence.

Therefore, the dinner seemed peaceful superficially.

Halfway through dinner, Rachel wanted to get a bowl of soup, so Kris accompanied her to the kitchen.

Once they entered the kitchen, Kris shut the kitchen door and she met Rachel’s steady gaze. “Mom, are you sure that nothing will go wrong?”

“It will be fine as long as you catch me in time. The doctor has mentioned that the child is showing signs of miscarriage. Later on, I will smear some blood on my underwear.” Rachel was speaking very softly and her gaze was fierce. “Remember this—I cannot lose the child today, so you must catch me when the time comes.”

“Got it.” Kris inhaled deeply. She saw her red and swollen face from the reflection of the kitchen wall, and she was reminded of her hatred for Myra.

We find father’s attitude worrying so this time, I need to make sure that their relationship deteriorates.

That’s the only way to make sure that things will go our way in the future! Furthermore, we haven’t procured any shares at all and we are getting anxious now.

When the two of them walked out from the kitchen, Myra could clearly tell that Kris’ attitude toward her improved a lot. She no longer glared at the former in resentment. On the contrary, she even served Myra a piece of sweet and sour pork fillet, all while smiling warmly. She’s looking at me with her stupid face while asking me to enjoy my meal, Myra muttered deep down.

In addition to that, Kris kept addressing Myra as ‘Sis’, making Myra knit her brows slightly.

Apart from Kris, Rachel was also treating Myra kindly and gently too. Rachel mentioned that she knew Myra was returning for a stay, so she had Myra’s room repainted and decorated it in a style Myra liked.