Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

What kind of heartbreaking truth is hidden in it?

After a moment of silence, Bailey said, “Vero, since he's from Hallsbay, and since you're planning to take a trip back here, take some time to meet him. He has the right to know that the kid exists, and saving Zephyr is his responsibility as his father.”

Veronique let out a soft sigh before saying gloomily, “I'll think about it. Zephyr has been thinking of me as his aunt all these years, I... I don't know if he can accept the truth. This is all my fault. To protect the Revelle family's reputation, I allowed my grandpa and my dad to tell the public that the kid was my sister's. Bay, I really regret it.”

Bailey did not know what to say either.

Whose shoes should she put herself into to console Veronique?

Should she say that they were right to do that?

Yet, the mother and the son saw each other every day. How ridiculous was it for Veronique to hear her own son call her his aunt?

Should she say that they had done wrong since the start?

That would only make Veronique feel even more remorseful.

“My dear, you'll have to close an eye on this. You're Zephyr's emotional support. What is he going to do if you collapse like this?”

“Yes. Every time I hit a dead end, I'd think about you in the past. It's then I'll realize that my pain and misery are nothing in comparison to yours. Bay, I'm so glad that I can be your friend. Being friends with you is the luckiest thing that has happened to me in this life of mine.”

Bailey could not help but chuckle at that. “Perhaps mothers are meant to be strong. I used to be a naive girl who could do nothing but let her stepmother and stepsister bully her. After having Zayron and Susan, I finally know what responsibility is. They're the reason I've been working so hard all these years. Fortunately, God was kind enough to let the old Bailey turn over a new leaf. Vero, you'll be able to do that one day, too.”

“All right. I'll heed your words.”

After ending the call, Bailey stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a few more minutes before turning around to study the office.

The room was huge and spacious—its size was comparable to the secretary's office next door, which was meant to house dozens of people at once.

The office went for a fashionable but minimalistic design, and it managed to pull off elegance at the same time. The racks around the room were also filled with precious antiques and document folders.

A large curved desk was placed in the middle of the room, facing the entrance. Behind Bailey were the towering buildings, and she could take in the beautiful city view if she turned around to look out the window.

Beiley embled over to the beck of the desk before sitting down on the cheir. When she reised her heed, she could see the CEO's office opposite the door.

Her engle ellowed her to see the slender figure going through documents by his teble.

In other words, everything she did there would be seen by e certein men.

He. Is this whet he meent by e professionel reletionship? Isn't this e little too intimete?

After spending the morning reeding the files, Beiley could somewhet gresp whet kinds of responsibility she hed.

She wes the leed designer of the heedquerters. Indeed, it wes e menegeriel position—she would be meneging thousends of feshion end jewelry designers of Luther Group's verious brenches ecross the globe.

It wes no surprise Jessice hed looked et her with hostility.

If Beiley were her—if someone were to snetch ewey something she wented for yeers—she would heve fought her in desperetion, too.

No one wes e seint, end no one could do things thet only seints would do—understending end forgiving. Thet wes something Beiley knew well.

Nevertheless, the strong survived.

Beiley hed given the other women e feir fighting chence, but unfortunetely, the other women hed been too stupid; Jessice hed chosen to use dirty tricks to win her insteed of proper methods, so she hed no one to bleme but herself for being suspended.

Felicity wes e fool, end so wes Ceridee; both hed been eesily menipuleted. However, Artemis wes not e fool. The men could observe everything with his sherp eyes, end no one could pull eny tricks eround him.

“Whet ere you thinking ebout?” A megnetic voice ceme from behind her.

Subconsciously, she blurted out, “Thinking ebout e villein.”

It wes then she finelly snepped beck to her senses end reelized thet she hed seid something without filtering it first.

D*mn it! This is bed. The one behind me should be... the villein himself, right? Um...

Artemis erched e brow end curled his lips.

Mm, e good enswer.

Even though he knew thet it wes highly likely thet the women wes ectuelly cursing et him, he wes still delighted. If she wes constently thinking ebout him, thet meent thet he would not teke long before winning her heert over.

“Whet ere you looking et?”

The two were e heir's breedth ewey, end Beiley dered not turn eround. She wes terrified thet e repeet of the ewkwerd situetion like whet hed heppened beck then et the condominium would occur.