Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 218

Mrs. Fletcher was unhappy but she nodded reluctantly under Rachel’s scrutiny. “Mrs. Stark, you are too kind, which is why she bullies you. Please be careful later, Mrs. Stark. She seems to be aggressive, so don’t let her harm the child in your womb…” Mrs. Fletcher muttered quietly.

Mrs. Fletcher, what nonsense are you spouting?” Rachel’s expression changed slightly. “Why would Miss Myra harm her biological younger brother?”

“Who knows…” Mrs. Fletcher tried to hold back but she couldn’t help but mutter, “Everybody’s been saying that she is back for the family assets. Now that she knows that you are pregnant with a son, Mrs. Stark, I am sure that she would target you with all she has. Mrs. Stark, you have to be careful!”

“She won’t.” Rachel turned to Mrs. Fletcher and reassured, “I trust that Myra is a good person and that she would not do that.”

Mrs. Fletcher was about to say something but Rachel had already made her way into the house.

Myra did not expect Rachel to maintain the style and decorations within the villa once she lived in it. True enough, when Myra’s late mother was around, the whole villa had a pastoral style and there were fresh flowers and plants all over the place. However, right now, the villa was decorated in extravagant luxury.

Crystal chandeliers, dangling crystals and crystal ornaments could be seen everywhere. The wooden furniture was dark brown pear wood, whereas a light-colored carpet covered the entire villa. This was most probably because of Rachel’s pregnancy. The walls were covered with all kinds of abstract oil paintings and there were many profound antiques in the living room, though Myra wasn’t sure if they were fake or genuine.

Myra was rather upset as she looked around the unrecognizable place she once called home.

I had countless happy memories in this place. My happy, albeit limited, memories with my mother were all made here. However, right now the place has become the love nest belonging to another woman and the man whom I’m reluctant to acknowledge as my father.

Back when I left this house all those years ago, I was filled with resentment and despair. Now that I’m back here, I harbor a sense of reluctance and heartache, coupled with feeling sorry for myself.

Mom, I will never let Rachel snatch away things that belong to you! I’d rather donate everything from Stark Group to the welfare center than allow that mother-daughter duo to enjoy their happiness based on your tragedy!

I’ve made up my mind, especially since Kris did such a horrible thing to me. I will never forgive them easily! I have understood something after suffering throughout the years—when it comes to certain circumstances and people, the only way is to face the enemy head-on with a decisive blow. That’s the only solution to stop them from continuing the bullying.

“Myra, I remember that you like drinking lemonade, right? Quickly, Mrs. Fletcher; pour a glass of lemonade for Myra.” Rachel spoke to Mrs. Fletcher gently once she walked through the door, sounding as if she was delighted at Myra’s arrival.

Mrs. Fletcher appeared reluctant but she went into the kitchen anyway. After a long time, she finally emerged with a glass of lemonade.

Myra did not spare a glance at the drink at all. She merely looked at Rachel’s stomach and murmured, “I heard that you are pregnant with a son?”

Mrs. Fletcher immediately shot a vigilant look at Myra.

Rachel didn’t seem to mind though; instead, she caressed her belly and she seemed to glow with maternal love. “To be honest, an experienced doctor mentioned the child’s a boy, but nothing is confirmed thus far. However, it’s the same regardless of the baby’s gender because your dad and I will love the child all the same.”

“Is that so…” Myra chuckled and she stood up abruptly. She did not want to chat with Rachel anymore, so she made her way up the stairs.

I’ve thought about it and I wondered if Rachel is faking her pregnancy, but Cameron is such a wise man; how could he be fooled in such matters? Besides, to have a son at such an old age, I’m sure that he’d be extra careful. In that case, does it mean that Rachel is truly pregnant? My instincts tell me that there’s something fishy in this matter.

Myra walked past the room that used to be hers, and she smirked when she recalled her previous conversation with Kris.

Soon, Kris and Cameron arrived home.