Martin said, “I didn’t handle things well in the past. I know Eleanor used to bully your mother, but... my mother bullied her too?”
Brandon added, “How could that be? Grandma rarely gets involved in these things. Why would she bully Ms. Ward? Based on her personality, she should have liked her, right?”
Colin also chimed in, “Thinking about it now, it seems we don’t really know Mom or Grandma very well. Mom gave all her jewelry to Lillian when she was ten, and we never knew about it.”
Bella grew impatient. “Let’s not talk about the jewelry anymore. Mr. Mercer, we can’t accept your kind intentions.
For so many years, my mother has been with you, enduring so much pressure and so many scornful looks.
And yet, even now, she can’t stand by your side openly. When she goes out, she’s still called a mistress.
Oh, no, today I distinctly heard someone say she's old now, the *old* mistress.
Mr. Mercer, I’m sorry. I know you’ve been good to us, but I have a reputation in my circle, and I need to build my career.
We are no longer privileged to live in this grand Mercer villa.
Besides, even if we stay, our presence is illegitimate. Rather than living with the reputation of being the old mistress, we would be better off on our own.
Even living under a bridge would be better than being slandered by others.”
With that, Bella grabbed her suitcase with one hand and pulled Sabrina towards the door with the other.
“Mom, I’m grown up now and can earn my own money. Come with me. I’ll support you from now on.
There’s no place for you in this family. To put it nicely, you and Mr. Mercer are in love. To put it bluntly, you heard what those people at the reception were saying about you.
Ultimately, this isn't about jewelry. If you want any jewelry, your daughter can buy it for you.
But you've lived half your life already. Do you really want to go to your grave with the label of a mistress?”
Bella quickened her pace.
Sabrina, with tears still clinging to her eyelashes, followed her daughter but looked back at Martin with a gaze full of reluctance.
Martin, naturally, panicked.
He truly loved Sabrina. He rushed after them.
He placed a hand on Bella's suitcase, pleading gently, “Bella, please don't be rash. We were in the wrong today, but I can explain.
You and your mother can't leave. We are a family. Rest assured, I will fulfill all my promises.”
Bella said firmly, “Mom, you have to leave with me today. You really can't stay in the Mercer family home any longer.
I’m begging you. I’m a professional now, with a certain status. You don’t want people to see me and say I’m the daughter of a mistress, do you?”
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