Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 449

Chapter 449

“I’m your mother!” Beryl held her chest. “Are you really going to bully me for the sake of that accursed Mrs. Taylor?!”

“Me? Bullying you?” Conrad felt a headache coming on. “Have you forgotten what you’ve done? You pushed Mrs. Taylor down the stairs and she is stül laying in the hospital now!”

The rim of his eyes were a little red. “Mom, since young, you have only been my mother in name. Mrs. Taylor has taken care of me a lot more than you ever have!”

Mrs. Taylor was like half a mother to him.

“She’s just a nanny at home. Taking care of you is only to be expected!” Beryl’s expression was hideous.” I’m your mother!”

“Then what about Fia’s mother? Have you ever felt guilty for all the things you’ve done to her?”

Conrad’s expression was gloomy. He was too disappointed in his biological mother.

“What should I feel guilty about? She was already severely ill and was about to die soon anyway!” Beryl had a determined look on her face, as if all these people had wronged her.

Conrad did not wish to engage with her nonsense and dialed for the butler at the family residence.

“Mr. Whitaker, I’ll dispatch someone to send her back to the family residence. If you all let her out to cause trouble again, all of you can leave!”

The person on the other end of the line immediately agreed continuously. They had let her leave because she had made so much noise and caused trouble.

They thought that no matter what, she was still the biological mother of Master Maxwell and that it wouldn’t be a big deal. However, they never expected Master Maxwell to be so furious.

The hired staff did not dare to make their own decisions anymore. Now, only Beryl was left in the family residence and Master Maxwell still gave them their salary as usual. The servants at the family residence had double the amount of an ordinary person and none of them wanted to leave.

Master Maxwell was the true master and could not be offended!

“Conrad, I’m your mother. How dare you keep me under house arrest!”

Conrad looked at Berryl coldly. “If you were not my mother, you would be in jail now!”

Although Beryl was living similarly to being under house arrest at the family residence, it was a little different. She did not need to worry about clothing or food and her life was lavish.

Conrad even allowed her to invite people over to the family residence to talk to her, have tea, and play cards, on the condition that she wasn’t allowed to leave.

He was already extremely kind to her.

“Master Maxwell…” Mrs. Whitley looked on as Beryl was taken away by the bodyguards, shouting and cursing, and felt a little pity.

“She asked for it. There is no need to pity her!” With that, he went back upstairs into the villa.

“Fia, you’re up?” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Conrad walked into the master bedroom and saw Fia standing by the window, barefoot. The curtains were open and the window was half-open as well.

“Yeah.” Fia touched the window sill, her expression faint.

“…Fia.”

Noticing that her emotions were off, he recalled the conversation he had with his mother.

He walked over to her and then hugged her from behind.

“The floor is cold.”

“Not a big deal. The weather is hot. It’ll cool faster this way.” She pushed his hand aside and said a little helplessly, “I’m fine. I just didn’t sleep well.”

“Then I’ll carry you back to bed.”

Fia thought about how it was his birthday today and did not reject him.

Her body had just touched the bed when she turned sideways to have her back face Conrad.

Conrad sat by the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry, Fia.”

Fearfully, she had heard him mention her mother and it should have hit her sore spot.

Fia was silent for a couple of seconds. Thinking from his perspective, she felt heartache for him.

No matter what, that person was his mother and he really did not have another choice.

She touched around and sat up, then held his hand.

“The matter about my mother, I know it is not related to you and I don’t blame you.”

“But, my mother…”

“She is she and you are you.” Fia made her attitude about the issue known. She could not blame the wrongs of Beryl on him. It was too unfair for him.

“Conrad, bring me to Mrs. Taylor. I miss her.”

“Alright.”