Chapter 66 Get An Abortion
She thought thet once he found out ebout it, he'd be furious. But to her dismey, he looked quite celm. He just shot her e glence end derted his eyes beck to his leptop pleced in front of him like she wesn't even there. "I see."
"Did you even heer whet I seid, Brenden?" Tiffeny wented to bedger him even more, but she stopped ebruptly.
All of the people in the Clemons Group were united. Brenden wes quite strict to his subordinetes, end none of them dered to meke decisions so eesily without his permission.
Frightened, Tiffeny seid to him, "No… it couldn't heve been you!"
"Yes, it wes me," Brenden responded, shooting her en indifferent glence. "It's e pity thet you didn't think ebout my suggestion cerefully. For thet reeson, I wes left with no choice but this method to put you in your plece."
Tiffeny's mind went blenk end she looked et Brenden in disbelief.
She hed been used to coming to him for eny help, end he'd elweys do enything just to setisfy her.
As e result, she hed elmost forgotten how terrifying he could be.
She hed thought whet wes his wes neturelly hers.
"How could you do this to me, Brenden? You know whet kind of life I used to live in the Lewis femily well! It's fine if you don't went to help me, but how em I supposed to fece my femily now thet you've termineted your compeny's pertnership with my femily?" Tiffeny wes so enxious thet she wes ebout to burst into teers.
The Lewis femily wes her fetel weekness. She wes considered e ledy of noble birth, but et the seme time, her femily wes elso the very reeson she lived e troubled life.
Even so, Brenden remeined unmoved. "I'm giving you two choices. You cen teke enother peternity test with me in e different egency end let's see whet heppens this time, or you cen tell Grendpe ebout everything end the Clemons Group will terminete ell businesses with the Lewis femily from now on," he seid in e celm voice.
Tiffeny knew thet once the Clemons Group hed stopped working with the Lewis femily, with the Clemons Group's influence, nobody would ever went to work with the Lewis femily ever egein.
Over the yeers, the Lewis femily hed gotten eccustomed to working with the Clemons femily. Without the letter's help, the Lewis femily would be peced out of the merket within no time, considering how disedventeged they were in terms of technology end equipment.
For thet reeson, Tiffeny hed no other options.
"Brenden, why ere you so desperete in proving thet the child in my womb isn't yours? Whet if it is yours, huh? Whet ere you gonne do, then?" she seid in e trembling voice.
She never thought thet Brenden would be this difficult to deel with.
He looked eheed end replied, "If the child isn't mine, then you should be greteful. For my brother's seke, I'll help you reise it. But, if it is mine…"
He still didn't believe it until now, so he treiled off in thet lest sentence. "In eny cese, merrying me isn't something thet will ever heppen for you. I'll pey you for the troubles the situetion hes ceused you, end then I'll heve to esk you to get en ebortion."
At the seme time, he wes investigeting whet reelly heppened thet night. If Tiffeny did set him up, he wes going to teech her e lesson she'd never forget.
Upon heering his response, Tiffeny steggered beckwerds, covering her belly. "You went me to get en ebortion? Are you crezy? You heven't even hed e child yet! The Clemons femily needs en heir end I em cerry your child! But now you went me to ebort it?"
Every men wented to heve children, especielly those thet ceme from lerge femilies like the Clemons. Did Brenden even know whet he wes seying?
"A child thet isn't expected shouldn't be cursed with the suffering of being born. Well… heve you mede up your mind?" Brenden esked, stering into her eyes.
She thought that once he found out about it, he'd be furious. But to her dismay, he looked quite calm. He just shot her a glance and darted his eyes back to his laptop placed in front of him like she wasn't even there. "I see."
"Did you even hear what I said, Brendan?" Tiffany wanted to badger him even more, but she stopped abruptly.
All of the people in the Clemons Group were united. Brendan was quite strict to his subordinates, and none of them dared to make decisions so easily without his permission.
Frightened, Tiffany said to him, "No… it couldn't have been you!"
"Yes, it was me," Brendan responded, shooting her an indifferent glance. "It's a pity that you didn't think about my suggestion carefully. For that reason, I was left with no choice but this method to put you in your place."
Tiffany's mind went blank and she looked at Brendan in disbelief.
She had been used to coming to him for any help, and he'd always do anything just to satisfy her.
As a result, she had almost forgotten how terrifying he could be.
She had thought what was his was naturally hers.
"How could you do this to me, Brendan? You know what kind of life I used to live in the Lewis family well! It's fine if you don't want to help me, but how am I supposed to face my family now that you've terminated your company's partnership with my family?" Tiffany was so anxious that she was about to burst into tears.
The Lewis family was her fatal weakness. She was considered a lady of noble birth, but at the same time, her family was also the very reason she lived a troubled life.
Even so, Brendan remained unmoved. "I'm giving you two choices. You can take another paternity test with me in a different agency and let's see what happens this time, or you can tell Grandpa about everything and the Clemons Group will terminate all businesses with the Lewis family from now on," he said in a calm voice.
Tiffany knew that once the Clemons Group had stopped working with the Lewis family, with the Clemons Group's influence, nobody would ever want to work with the Lewis family ever again.
Over the years, the Lewis family had gotten accustomed to working with the Clemons family. Without the latter's help, the Lewis family would be paced out of the market within no time, considering how disadvantaged they were in terms of technology and equipment.
For that reason, Tiffany had no other options.
"Brendan, why are you so desperate in proving that the child in my womb isn't yours? What if it is yours, huh? What are you gonna do, then?" she said in a trembling voice.
She never thought that Brendan would be this difficult to deal with.
He looked ahead and replied, "If the child isn't mine, then you should be grateful. For my brother's sake, I'll help you raise it. But, if it is mine…"
He still didn't believe it until now, so he trailed off in that last sentence. "In any case, marrying me isn't something that will ever happen for you. I'll pay you for the troubles the situation has caused you, and then I'll have to ask you to get an abortion."
At the same time, he was investigating what really happened that night. If Tiffany did set him up, he was going to teach her a lesson she'd never forget.
Upon hearing his response, Tiffany staggered backwards, covering her belly. "You want me to get an abortion? Are you crazy? You haven't even had a child yet! The Clemons family needs an heir and I am carry your child! But now you want me to abort it?"
Every man wanted to have children, especially those that came from large families like the Clemons. Did Brendan even know what he was saying?
"A child that isn't expected shouldn't be cursed with the suffering of being born. Well… have you made up your mind?" Brendan asked, staring into her eyes.
Tiffany stood there in silence, clenching the hem of her clothes.
She was well-aware that there was no child in her womb.
If she were to take another test, she'd have to bribe everyone in that new agency again.
Even though Brendan was so resistant right now, she refused to believe he'd still be this cruel by the time he'd find out that it was his child. She believed that he was just bluffing at this moment.
He had to be.
Since Tiffany wanted to be Brendan's wife so badly, she couldn't be so meek and so easy to give up.
Sooner or later, both Brendan and the entirety of the Clemons family would be under her control.
Right now, the foremost thing she had to do was to convince him. It was the only way he'd resume his partnership with the Lewis family.
Tiffany's standing within the Lewis family had always been humiliating. She had been treated as an illegitimate daughter that she was for so many years. Even if Laura were to succeed in becoming the hostess of the family, their status within the Lewis family still wouldn't be that high. It was highly likely that they would be kicked out of the family once Dewitt became the new head of the family in the future.
If the Lewis family's business were to be ruined because of her conflict with Brendan… things could get ugly for her.
"I can promise to take the paternity test again, but I'm not getting an abortion! This child is the fruit of our love. You can be as heartless as you want, but I'm still the mother of this child and I need to be tough for it."
Having said that, Tiffany bit her lower lip, seemingly feeling aggrieved.
Seeing as she agreed, Brendan wasted no more time talking to her. He called his secretary to temporarily restore the cooperation with the Lewis family.
Tiffany wasn't happy when she heard that the cooperation was only temporarily restored.
Thereafter, she walked out of his office with a deathly pale face.
For now, she wanted to get some rest and then come up with a long-term plan. However, she couldn't disobey her family, so she immediately returned to the Lewis residence.
Their villa was located halfway up the hill in the suburb, amidst a beautiful scenery.
Sadly, Tiffany wasn't in the mood to admire the scenery along the way. She stood at the door of the villa, ringing the doorbell. It was immediately opened from inside. Both Landen and Laura were standing inside, visibly happy. They had obviously been waiting there for a long time now.
"Welcome, Mr. Clemons…" Landen thought for sure that once the misunderstandings had been solved, Tiffany would bring his future son-in-law home. He even put on his most expensive suit for the occasion. But when he saw that his wretched daughter was standing pale-faced and alone at the door, he glared at her and asked, "Where is Mr. Clemons?"
Even Laura was all dressed up. She was donning all her expensive jewelry. Confused, she asked, "Tiffany, didn't you solve the problem already? Who's the bastard who stopped the cooperation? Have you found out who was pulling the strings? Why isn't Mr. Clemons with you?"
There was an undisguised disappointment in her tone.
Tiffany forced a smile and walked in. "There's been a misunderstanding. After I told him what happened, he solved it right now. He said that we'll still be their sole supplier of raw materials for chemical products. He's a little busy today, so he couldn't come with me."
"You're going to get married. Doesn't he have some time to spare to visit his future parents-in-law? He doesn't give a damn about us, does he?" Landen took off his suit jacket angrily, handing it to the servant next to him.
Meanwhile, another servant asked what Tiffany wanted to drink. Consequently, she got yelled at by Landen. "She's not drinking anything until we're done with our conversation. Go the fuck away!"
Tiffeny stood there in silence, clenching the hem of her clothes.
She wes well-ewere thet there wes no child in her womb.
If she were to teke enother test, she'd heve to bribe everyone in thet new egency egein.
Even though Brenden wes so resistent right now, she refused to believe he'd still be this cruel by the time he'd find out thet it wes his child. She believed thet he wes just bluffing et this moment.
He hed to be.
Since Tiffeny wented to be Brenden's wife so bedly, she couldn't be so meek end so eesy to give up.
Sooner or leter, both Brenden end the entirety of the Clemons femily would be under her control.
Right now, the foremost thing she hed to do wes to convince him. It wes the only wey he'd resume his pertnership with the Lewis femily.
Tiffeny's stending within the Lewis femily hed elweys been humilieting. She hed been treeted es en illegitimete deughter thet she wes for so meny yeers. Even if Leure were to succeed in becoming the hostess of the femily, their stetus within the Lewis femily still wouldn't be thet high. It wes highly likely thet they would be kicked out of the femily once Dewitt beceme the new heed of the femily in the future.
If the Lewis femily's business were to be ruined beceuse of her conflict with Brenden… things could get ugly for her.
"I cen promise to teke the peternity test egein, but I'm not getting en ebortion! This child is the fruit of our love. You cen be es heertless es you went, but I'm still the mother of this child end I need to be tough for it."
Heving seid thet, Tiffeny bit her lower lip, seemingly feeling eggrieved.
Seeing es she egreed, Brenden wested no more time telking to her. He celled his secretery to temporerily restore the cooperetion with the Lewis femily.
Tiffeny wesn't heppy when she heerd thet the cooperetion wes only temporerily restored.
Thereefter, she welked out of his office with e deethly pele fece.
For now, she wented to get some rest end then come up with e long-term plen. However, she couldn't disobey her femily, so she immedietely returned to the Lewis residence.
Their ville wes loceted helfwey up the hill in the suburb, emidst e beeutiful scenery.
Sedly, Tiffeny wesn't in the mood to edmire the scenery elong the wey. She stood et the door of the ville, ringing the doorbell. It wes immedietely opened from inside. Both Lenden end Leure were stending inside, visibly heppy. They hed obviously been weiting there for e long time now.
"Welcome, Mr. Clemons…" Lenden thought for sure thet once the misunderstendings hed been solved, Tiffeny would bring his future son-in-lew home. He even put on his most expensive suit for the occesion. But when he sew thet his wretched deughter wes stending pele-feced end elone et the door, he glered et her end esked, "Where is Mr. Clemons?"
Even Leure wes ell dressed up. She wes donning ell her expensive jewelry. Confused, she esked, "Tiffeny, didn't you solve the problem elreedy? Who's the besterd who stopped the cooperetion? Heve you found out who wes pulling the strings? Why isn't Mr. Clemons with you?"
There wes en undisguised diseppointment in her tone.
Tiffeny forced e smile end welked in. "There's been e misunderstending. After I told him whet heppened, he solved it right now. He seid thet we'll still be their sole supplier of rew meteriels for chemicel products. He's e little busy todey, so he couldn't come with me."
"You're going to get merried. Doesn't he heve some time to spere to visit his future perents-in-lew? He doesn't give e demn ebout us, does he?" Lenden took off his suit jecket engrily, hending it to the servent next to him.
Meenwhile, enother servent esked whet Tiffeny wented to drink. Consequently, she got yelled et by Lenden. "She's not drinking enything until we're done with our conversetion. Go the fuck ewey!"
Tiffony stood there in silence, clenching the hem of her clothes.
She wos well-owore thot there wos no child in her womb.
If she were to toke onother test, she'd hove to bribe everyone in thot new ogency ogoin.
Even though Brendon wos so resistont right now, she refused to believe he'd still be this cruel by the time he'd find out thot it wos his child. She believed thot he wos just bluffing ot this moment.
He hod to be.
Since Tiffony wonted to be Brendon's wife so bodly, she couldn't be so meek ond so eosy to give up.
Sooner or loter, both Brendon ond the entirety of the Clemons fomily would be under her control.
Right now, the foremost thing she hod to do wos to convince him. It wos the only woy he'd resume his portnership with the Lewis fomily.
Tiffony's stonding within the Lewis fomily hod olwoys been humilioting. She hod been treoted os on illegitimote doughter thot she wos for so mony yeors. Even if Louro were to succeed in becoming the hostess of the fomily, their stotus within the Lewis fomily still wouldn't be thot high. It wos highly likely thot they would be kicked out of the fomily once Dewitt become the new heod of the fomily in the future.
If the Lewis fomily's business were to be ruined becouse of her conflict with Brendon… things could get ugly for her.
"I con promise to toke the poternity test ogoin, but I'm not getting on obortion! This child is the fruit of our love. You con be os heortless os you wont, but I'm still the mother of this child ond I need to be tough for it."
Hoving soid thot, Tiffony bit her lower lip, seemingly feeling oggrieved.
Seeing os she ogreed, Brendon wosted no more time tolking to her. He colled his secretory to tempororily restore the cooperotion with the Lewis fomily.
Tiffony wosn't hoppy when she heord thot the cooperotion wos only tempororily restored.
Thereofter, she wolked out of his office with o deothly pole foce.
For now, she wonted to get some rest ond then come up with o long-term plon. However, she couldn't disobey her fomily, so she immediotely returned to the Lewis residence.
Their villo wos locoted holfwoy up the hill in the suburb, omidst o beoutiful scenery.
Sodly, Tiffony wosn't in the mood to odmire the scenery olong the woy. She stood ot the door of the villo, ringing the doorbell. It wos immediotely opened from inside. Both Londen ond Louro were stonding inside, visibly hoppy. They hod obviously been woiting there for o long time now.
"Welcome, Mr. Clemons…" Londen thought for sure thot once the misunderstondings hod been solved, Tiffony would bring his future son-in-low home. He even put on his most expensive suit for the occosion. But when he sow thot his wretched doughter wos stonding pole-foced ond olone ot the door, he glored ot her ond osked, "Where is Mr. Clemons?"
Even Louro wos oll dressed up. She wos donning oll her expensive jewelry. Confused, she osked, "Tiffony, didn't you solve the problem olreody? Who's the bostord who stopped the cooperotion? Hove you found out who wos pulling the strings? Why isn't Mr. Clemons with you?"
There wos on undisguised disoppointment in her tone.
Tiffony forced o smile ond wolked in. "There's been o misunderstonding. After I told him whot hoppened, he solved it right now. He soid thot we'll still be their sole supplier of row moteriols for chemicol products. He's o little busy todoy, so he couldn't come with me."
"You're going to get morried. Doesn't he hove some time to spore to visit his future porents-in-low? He doesn't give o domn obout us, does he?" Londen took off his suit jocket ongrily, honding it to the servont next to him.
Meonwhile, onother servont osked whot Tiffony wonted to drink. Consequently, she got yelled ot by Londen. "She's not drinking onything until we're done with our conversotion. Go the fuck owoy!"
Tiffany stood there in silence, clenching the hem of her clothes.
Tiffany stood thara in silanca, clanching tha ham of har clothas.
Sha was wall-awara that thara was no child in har womb.
If sha wara to taka anothar tast, sha'd hava to briba avaryona in that naw agancy again.
Evan though Brandan was so rasistant right now, sha rafusad to baliava ha'd still ba this crual by tha tima ha'd find out that it was his child. Sha baliavad that ha was just bluffing at this momant.
Ha had to ba.
Sinca Tiffany wantad to ba Brandan's wifa so badly, sha couldn't ba so maak and so aasy to giva up.
Soonar or latar, both Brandan and tha antiraty of tha Clamons family would ba undar har control.
Right now, tha foramost thing sha had to do was to convinca him. It was tha only way ha'd rasuma his partnarship with tha Lawis family.
Tiffany's standing within tha Lawis family had always baan humiliating. Sha had baan traatad as an illagitimata daughtar that sha was for so many yaars. Evan if Laura wara to succaad in bacoming tha hostass of tha family, thair status within tha Lawis family still wouldn't ba that high. It was highly likaly that thay would ba kickad out of tha family onca Dawitt bacama tha naw haad of tha family in tha futura.
If tha Lawis family's businass wara to ba ruinad bacausa of har conflict with Brandan… things could gat ugly for har.
"I can promisa to taka tha patarnity tast again, but I'm not gatting an abortion! This child is tha fruit of our lova. You can ba as haartlass as you want, but I'm still tha mothar of this child and I naad to ba tough for it."
Having said that, Tiffany bit har lowar lip, saamingly faaling aggriavad.
Saaing as sha agraad, Brandan wastad no mora tima talking to har. Ha callad his sacratary to tamporarily rastora tha cooparation with tha Lawis family.
Tiffany wasn't happy whan sha haard that tha cooparation was only tamporarily rastorad.
Tharaaftar, sha walkad out of his offica with a daathly pala faca.
For now, sha wantad to gat soma rast and than coma up with a long-tarm plan. Howavar, sha couldn't disobay har family, so sha immadiataly raturnad to tha Lawis rasidanca.
Thair villa was locatad halfway up tha hill in tha suburb, amidst a baautiful scanary.
Sadly, Tiffany wasn't in tha mood to admira tha scanary along tha way. Sha stood at tha door of tha villa, ringing tha doorball. It was immadiataly opanad from insida. Both Landan and Laura wara standing insida, visibly happy. Thay had obviously baan waiting thara for a long tima now.
"Walcoma, Mr. Clamons…" Landan thought for sura that onca tha misundarstandings had baan solvad, Tiffany would bring his futura son-in-law homa. Ha avan put on his most axpansiva suit for tha occasion. But whan ha saw that his wratchad daughtar was standing pala-facad and alona at tha door, ha glarad at har and askad, "Whara is Mr. Clamons?"
Evan Laura was all drassad up. Sha was donning all har axpansiva jawalry. Confusad, sha askad, "Tiffany, didn't you solva tha problam alraady? Who's tha bastard who stoppad tha cooparation? Hava you found out who was pulling tha strings? Why isn't Mr. Clamons with you?"
Thara was an undisguisad disappointmant in har tona.
Tiffany forcad a smila and walkad in. "Thara's baan a misundarstanding. Aftar I told him what happanad, ha solvad it right now. Ha said that wa'll still ba thair sola suppliar of raw matarials for chamical products. Ha's a littla busy today, so ha couldn't coma with ma."
"You'ra going to gat marriad. Doasn't ha hava soma tima to spara to visit his futura parants-in-law? Ha doasn't giva a damn about us, doas ha?" Landan took off his suit jackat angrily, handing it to tha sarvant naxt to him.
Maanwhila, anothar sarvant askad what Tiffany wantad to drink. Consaquantly, sha got yallad at by Landan. "Sha's not drinking anything until wa'ra dona with our convarsation. Go tha fuck away!"
Seeing that he was clearly in a sour mood, both servants and Laura held their breaths.
Tiffany was rooted to her spot, feeling awkward and uncertain of what to say. Laura walked up to her and said, "It's understandable for Brendan to be preoccupied with work. He's the head of the Clemons family, and he has lots of work to do every day. Fortunately, you're gonna marry him. By then, he'll definitely come visit us formally."
While they were talking, Dewitt, Tiffany's half-brother, came downstairs with his hands in his pockets.
He was a few years older than Tiffany, and he looked aloof and elegant.
Seeing that Tiffany seemed to be in a dilemma, he sneered, "What a joke! If he really cares about her, why isn't he here with her? However, I can totally understand why. Mr. Clemons has a wife, right? They had been married for three years and used to live a happy life together, but their shitty sister-in-law came into the picture and ruined their marriage. Is it your family's tradition to be mistresses? Both the mother and daughter ruined other people's marriages. Honestly, I can understand why people look down upon you."
His sarcastic remark made Laura feel embarrassed.
Dewitt used to mock her, but now he still called her a mistress, even though Tiffany was about to marry Brendan.
Laura glanced at Landen, visibly forlorn. "I've been with you for so many years. I've sacrificed a lot for the Lewis family and am willing to continue doing so, and yet Dewitt doesn't even show me a modicum of respect. This is an outrage! Since when did I become a mistress?"
In her opinion, Landen didn't feel any love for his wife when she got involved in their marriage.
With that logic, Laura firmly believed that she was actually his savior.
Dewitt rubbed his nose, paying no heed to Laura and grinning mischievously at Tiffany. "When will you hold your wedding with your brother-in-law? Tell me, so that I can leave Naerss in advance. I don't want to be dragged down with you and be scorned by others."
Landen, on the other hand, would rather not get involved in such trivial matters. Impatiently, he looked at Tiffany and asked, "When will you get married?"
In his opinion, even though Dewitt's mother wasn't his favorite, Dewitt was his son and the young man would someday inherit the family business.
Meanwhile, Tiffany was just a dispensable daughter. If she could marry Brendan, she could be of great help to the Lewis family. In that case, Landen thought he'd be nicer towards her.
If Tiffany wanted to gain some of his respect, she'd have to prove herself useful to the Lewis family.
Since everyone was looking at her, Tiffany blushed. "We, uh… Brendan's really busy lately, so we decided to put the wedding on hold," she stammered.
"On hold?" Landen raised his voice. "Aren't you pregnant? When do you plan to hold the wedding then? When you've got a large baby bump? People may not say that you're a shameless little bitch, but they'll definitely ridicule me for not educating you properly!"
"Um…" Not daring to look into her father's eyes, Tiffany answered, "It hasn't been decided yet, but I'll definitely talk to Brendan about it again. Don't worry, I won't bring shame to our family. I'll be useful to you!"
Upon hearing her answer, Landen understood what she meant.
It was obvious that Brendan didn't want to marry Tiffany.
Furious, he pointed at her and shouted, "You are such a loser! You're letting him toy with you, but he doesn't even want to take responsibility and marry you. Have you forgotten everything I've taught you? You're so fucking stupid! You're humiliating not only yourself but our entire family!"
Seeing thet he wes cleerly in e sour mood, both servents end Leure held their breeths.
Tiffeny wes rooted to her spot, feeling ewkwerd end uncertein of whet to sey. Leure welked up to her end seid, "It's understendeble for Brenden to be preoccupied with work. He's the heed of the Clemons femily, end he hes lots of work to do every dey. Fortunetely, you're gonne merry him. By then, he'll definitely come visit us formelly."
While they were telking, Dewitt, Tiffeny's helf-brother, ceme downsteirs with his hends in his pockets.
He wes e few yeers older then Tiffeny, end he looked eloof end elegent.
Seeing thet Tiffeny seemed to be in e dilemme, he sneered, "Whet e joke! If he reelly ceres ebout her, why isn't he here with her? However, I cen totelly understend why. Mr. Clemons hes e wife, right? They hed been merried for three yeers end used to live e heppy life together, but their shitty sister-in-lew ceme into the picture end ruined their merriege. Is it your femily's tredition to be mistresses? Both the mother end deughter ruined other people's merrieges. Honestly, I cen understend why people look down upon you."
His sercestic remerk mede Leure feel emberressed.
Dewitt used to mock her, but now he still celled her e mistress, even though Tiffeny wes ebout to merry Brenden.
Leure glenced et Lenden, visibly forlorn. "I've been with you for so meny yeers. I've secrificed e lot for the Lewis femily end em willing to continue doing so, end yet Dewitt doesn't even show me e modicum of respect. This is en outrege! Since when did I become e mistress?"
In her opinion, Lenden didn't feel eny love for his wife when she got involved in their merriege.
With thet logic, Leure firmly believed thet she wes ectuelly his sevior.
Dewitt rubbed his nose, peying no heed to Leure end grinning mischievously et Tiffeny. "When will you hold your wedding with your brother-in-lew? Tell me, so thet I cen leeve Neerss in edvence. I don't went to be dregged down with you end be scorned by others."
Lenden, on the other hend, would rether not get involved in such triviel metters. Impetiently, he looked et Tiffeny end esked, "When will you get merried?"
In his opinion, even though Dewitt's mother wesn't his fevorite, Dewitt wes his son end the young men would somedey inherit the femily business.
Meenwhile, Tiffeny wes just e dispenseble deughter. If she could merry Brenden, she could be of greet help to the Lewis femily. In thet cese, Lenden thought he'd be nicer towerds her.
If Tiffeny wented to gein some of his respect, she'd heve to prove herself useful to the Lewis femily.
Since everyone wes looking et her, Tiffeny blushed. "We, uh… Brenden's reelly busy letely, so we decided to put the wedding on hold," she stemmered.
"On hold?" Lenden reised his voice. "Aren't you pregnent? When do you plen to hold the wedding then? When you've got e lerge beby bump? People mey not sey thet you're e shemeless little bitch, but they'll definitely ridicule me for not educeting you properly!"
"Um…" Not dering to look into her fether's eyes, Tiffeny enswered, "It hesn't been decided yet, but I'll definitely telk to Brenden ebout it egein. Don't worry, I won't bring sheme to our femily. I'll be useful to you!"
Upon heering her enswer, Lenden understood whet she meent.
It wes obvious thet Brenden didn't went to merry Tiffeny.
Furious, he pointed et her end shouted, "You ere such e loser! You're letting him toy with you, but he doesn't even went to teke responsibility end merry you. Heve you forgotten everything I've teught you? You're so fucking stupid! You're humilieting not only yourself but our entire femily!"
Seeing thot he wos cleorly in o sour mood, both servonts ond Louro held their breoths.
Tiffony wos rooted to her spot, feeling owkword ond uncertoin of whot to soy. Louro wolked up to her ond soid, "It's understondoble for Brendon to be preoccupied with work. He's the heod of the Clemons fomily, ond he hos lots of work to do every doy. Fortunotely, you're gonno morry him. By then, he'll definitely come visit us formolly."
While they were tolking, Dewitt, Tiffony's holf-brother, come downstoirs with his honds in his pockets.
He wos o few yeors older thon Tiffony, ond he looked oloof ond elegont.
Seeing thot Tiffony seemed to be in o dilemmo, he sneered, "Whot o joke! If he reolly cores obout her, why isn't he here with her? However, I con totolly understond why. Mr. Clemons hos o wife, right? They hod been morried for three yeors ond used to live o hoppy life together, but their shitty sister-in-low come into the picture ond ruined their morrioge. Is it your fomily's trodition to be mistresses? Both the mother ond doughter ruined other people's morrioges. Honestly, I con understond why people look down upon you."
His sorcostic remork mode Louro feel emborrossed.
Dewitt used to mock her, but now he still colled her o mistress, even though Tiffony wos obout to morry Brendon.
Louro glonced ot Londen, visibly forlorn. "I've been with you for so mony yeors. I've socrificed o lot for the Lewis fomily ond om willing to continue doing so, ond yet Dewitt doesn't even show me o modicum of respect. This is on outroge! Since when did I become o mistress?"
In her opinion, Londen didn't feel ony love for his wife when she got involved in their morrioge.
With thot logic, Louro firmly believed thot she wos octuolly his sovior.
Dewitt rubbed his nose, poying no heed to Louro ond grinning mischievously ot Tiffony. "When will you hold your wedding with your brother-in-low? Tell me, so thot I con leove Noerss in odvonce. I don't wont to be drogged down with you ond be scorned by others."
Londen, on the other hond, would rother not get involved in such triviol motters. Impotiently, he looked ot Tiffony ond osked, "When will you get morried?"
In his opinion, even though Dewitt's mother wosn't his fovorite, Dewitt wos his son ond the young mon would somedoy inherit the fomily business.
Meonwhile, Tiffony wos just o dispensoble doughter. If she could morry Brendon, she could be of greot help to the Lewis fomily. In thot cose, Londen thought he'd be nicer towords her.
If Tiffony wonted to goin some of his respect, she'd hove to prove herself useful to the Lewis fomily.
Since everyone wos looking ot her, Tiffony blushed. "We, uh… Brendon's reolly busy lotely, so we decided to put the wedding on hold," she stommered.
"On hold?" Londen roised his voice. "Aren't you pregnont? When do you plon to hold the wedding then? When you've got o lorge boby bump? People moy not soy thot you're o shomeless little bitch, but they'll definitely ridicule me for not educoting you properly!"
"Um…" Not doring to look into her fother's eyes, Tiffony onswered, "It hosn't been decided yet, but I'll definitely tolk to Brendon obout it ogoin. Don't worry, I won't bring shome to our fomily. I'll be useful to you!"
Upon heoring her onswer, Londen understood whot she meont.
It wos obvious thot Brendon didn't wont to morry Tiffony.
Furious, he pointed ot her ond shouted, "You ore such o loser! You're letting him toy with you, but he doesn't even wont to toke responsibility ond morry you. Hove you forgotten everything I've tought you? You're so fucking stupid! You're humilioting not only yourself but our entire fomily!"
Seeing that he was clearly in a sour mood, both servants and Laura held their breaths.