Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife novel Chapter 1690

Chapter 1690

Adam emphasized, then carefully explained.

“Shirley, you always think that you’re so smart, but you’re extremely stupid when it comes to this! You keep thinking that our parents hadn’t cared about you and ignored you. Even when they’d sent you to St. Piaf to further your studies, you still think that they’d abandoned you. I’m telling you, Shirley, you’re just too conceited!”

“Shut up!”

Shirley stopped Adam, feeling slightly infuriated.

“Who do you think you are to lecture me? I’m warning you, Adam. Stop meddling in my business with Eveline and Jeremy. If you dare antagonize me by helping them develop the anti-toxoid test reagent again, you‘d just be asking for trouble!”

“Trouble? By trouble, do you mean Carter Gray? The man who has you at his beck and call, isn’t that right?”

When Adam mentioned Carter, Shirley’s expression changed abruptly.

Adam felt even more pained upon seeing the change in Shirley’s expression.

“Are you in love with that man?” Adam asked in a much softer tone.

Shirley did not respond.

Adam frowned further. “Shirley, stay away from that man. Otherwise, you’ll be beyond redemption.”

He spoke as he brought out a small notebook from his coat pocket. “I know that you won’t believe anything I say, so you should uncover the truth by yourself.”

He handed the notebook to Shirley.

She lifted her gaze, facing the tombstone which was engraved with the names that she would never forget as long as she lived.

Here laid her closest family members, yet her heart bore only hatred for them.

All these years, she had always been insistent and firm in her belief that her parents, having no love for her, had always wanted to abandon her. However, on this day, at this moment, her firm belief seemed to be shaken, making her anxious and frightened.

There was a sudden blast of bleak and biting cold wind, and the notebook was blown off the stone table.

Shirley had wanted to ignore the notebook so that she could continue hating them. Coincidentally, the notebook, blown off by the wind, fell at her feet.

She had to notice it now. She had to squat down and pick up the notebook.

She had intended to avoid looking at the notebook contents no matter what, but through the corner of her eye, she heedlessly glimpsed at the contents of one of the pages…