A Mix-up Made Me His Enemy's Woman novel Chapter 62

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Chapter 62

Ella had a friend look into Bethany’s marital status. She was definitely married, but the system kept her spouse’s identity

confidential.

Thus, Ella went to Diana to fish for information. “Mom, is Bethany still going on blind dates? Last time, it was with Cyrus Brannon. Who is it this time?”

Diana stiffened slightly, then smiled. “Actually, Ella, Beth is already married.”

“To whom? I thought she was still dating around. I didn’t expect her to get married so quickly.”

But when Ella pressed for details, Diana became evasive.

When they’d arranged the marriage alliance with the Brennan family, they’d agreed not to reveal anything until the wedding

day.

After angering Silas once, Diana and Gary certainly weren’t about to go against his wishes.

“Ella, you’ll find out at the wedding.”

Of course, Ella wouldn’t let it go and pestered her father instead, but Gary was even more tight–lipped than Diana was.

Ella couldn’t help but wonder what kind of marriage partner would warrant such secrecy. With Bethany’s background, marrying up from the Reids would be quite a stretch–unless it was a family on par with the Brannons, maybe.

Ella smiled smugly to herself.

If Bethany had married well, her parents would have broadcast it everywhere by now. The only reason for such secrecy was likely that she’d married poorly, or the groom had some serious flaw they needed to hide.

The thought that Bethany hadn’t married well made Ella feel much better.

Now that Bethany had broken ties with the family, though, Ella didn’t have to pretend to be the loving sister anymore.

Just before the end of the workday, Bethany received a phone call from an elementary school.

“Hello, are you Evan’s guardian? Evan got into a conflict with a classmate at school. Would you be able to come to the school at 5:00 pm today?”

Bethany froze, received the school address, and hurried over. She tried calling Silas on the way, but he didn’t pick up.

She almost called Jeremy next, but thought better of it.

If the school had called her instead, it meant that Evan didn’t want his grandfather to know.

Thus, she dismissed the idea. She’d check things out first, and if the situation was really serious, she could ask for help then.

As soon as she arrived at the school, Bethany spotted the little guy with a slightly swollen, reddened corner of his mouth.

The lively, cheerful boy she’d met last time now had his head hung low, face marked with bruises.

Even though Bethany wasn’t related to Evan by blood, anger flared inside her.

“Miss, what happened here?”

“Aunt Betty, you came!” Evan immediately hid behind Bethany, making the teacher’s expression stiffen.

“Please calm down first. Evan’s classmate is even more injured. That’s why I called both parents in.”

Following the homeroom teacher’s words, Bethany looked toward the boy huddled in the corner.

True enough, the other kid definitely looked worse than Evan did.

Well, at least their little guy hadn’t come out on the losing end.

True enough, the other kid definitely looked worse than Evan did. Well, at least their little guy hadn’t come out on the losing end.

Bethany changed her approach. “Do you know why they fought?”

The homeroom teacher, Eloise Baker, replied, “In a fight, it’s always the person who throws the first punch who’s in the wrong. The other student’s guardian is coming, too. Why don’t you apologize to them when they arrive?”

Bethany frowned slightly, disliking Eloise’s wishy–washy approach.

She stopped looking at Eloise and crouched down instead, gently squeezing Evan’s tiny palm.

“Evan, first of all, hitting people is wrong, no matter the reason. But are you willing to tell your teacher or me why you hit him?”

Evan looked indignant. At first, he didn’t want to say anything, but finally, he pointed at Henry Gadbury with reddened eyes. “Aunt Betty, Henry said I don’t have a mom! I told him that I do have one, but she died! Henry kept laughing at me about it, and I couldn’t hold back.”

Bethany’s eyes darkened, addressing Eloise once more. “There’s your reason, then.”

“But still, kids squabbling shouldn’t escalate to physical violence, should it?”

The Brennan family’s style was to educate their children strictly without arranging special treatment for them at school.

Apart from having slightly better food, clothing, and supplies than average kids, everything else was the same as what ordinary children received.

Since Evan’s father, Julian Brennan, worked in government, he was even more careful about maintaining these boundaries. So even though Evan was the Brennan family’s only legitimate grandson, no one at the school knew of his background.