Chapter 90: Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Stupid

“Yes.” Michael looked at Sebastian. “It’s just like what Sebastian said last night. If it weren’t for the fact that Sebastian was young and had never met us back then, I would have suspected that he was at the scene himself.”

Madeline looked at Sebastian again, and she was impressed this time. He’s as smart as the rumors say he is. He only went and made a fictional tale out of some clues he found, and his guess was right on the money.

“It’s all thanks to you this time, Sebastian.” Michael looked at him gratefully. “If it wasn’t for you exposing the truth, we would have thought of our mother’s killer as someone who took great care of us.”

Sebastian smiled. “It’s alright, Mr. Wendel. This is nothing.”

Oh, it’s nothing alright. You came up with a bullsh*t story just to mess with Harriet. You never intended to help them, but it’s true that you exposed the truth and helped them. It’s natural for them to thank you.

“It might be nothing to you, but it’s important for me and my brothers,” Michael said. “We’re lucky that Harriet is still young. If we only found out about the truth after her death, we would be too ashamed to see our mother when we finally meet her in the afterlife.” That would be the humiliation that taints our lives.This belongs to .

Madeline nodded. “Harriet went too far.” She killed their mother and made them think they owe her a favor for raising them up. And she even told them she didn’t have her own children so she could take care of them. This is just shamelessly despicable. She’s worse than an animal.

Jonathan said, “Too far? She’s vile.”

He and his brothers felt angry for their father, and they despised Harriet after the truth was out. It was lucky they weren’t too late, and their father could still avenge his mother. If they only found out about the truth after Harriet’s death, their father would be left without an outlet for his rage, and he’d probably die of depression.

“True,” Madeline agreed. “Where’s Harriet? Did you call the cops on her?”

“Not yet,” Michael said. “She’s not just my enemy; she’s also my brothers’ enemy. You have two uncles, and I’ve notified them about this. They’re out of town, but they’ll come here ASAP. Once they’re here, we’ll talk about how we should handle Harriet.”

“I see.” Madeline understood that. In other words, he’s not the only one who has a score to settle with her. His brothers should get that chance as well. Dad has to call his brothers back so they can exact vengeance. I get it.

Sebastian suddenly huddled closer and whispered, “Looks like we missed nothing even after we slept through the whole night.”

She noticed the laugh in his voice, and she felt speechless when she saw the look of schadenfreude on his face. You’re the heir to the Hart Family, and you look like a god who just descended from Olympus, but you sure love gossip, don’t you? He was too close to her, and she could feel his hot breath brushing across his skin. And he also smelled like mint. She wasn’t used to being so close to someone, so she blushed and moved away from him, but she pretended like nothing was wrong. “What about Cameron, Dad?”

“I’ve called the cops on her, and Dusktown’s forces will arrest her. I haven’t asked them for details yet,” Michael said. “I’ll take your mother to her when she’s all better.”

It was not a visit. He would take her to Cameron so she could see the end of her nemesis. Crystal hated Cameron the most, and she would skin her alive if she could. Of course she had to see her nemesis’ end with her own eyes if she wanted any closure.

Madeline nodded. “I’ll go with her then.”

“Good girl.” Michael looked at her gently.

Michael never lived with Madeline for a day before, but she was a likable woman. She was beautiful, elegant, well-mannered, dignified, and confident. He’d admire her even if she was someone else’s daughter, let alone his. She was his and Crystal’s flesh and blood. With that and her own charm in the equation, his affection for her rose with every passing moment he spent with her.

They chatted for a few moments, and breakfast was ready, but the boys were still asleep.

Michael looked upstairs. “Should we wake them up?”

“It’s alright. Let them sleep,” Madeline answered. “Where’s uncle, Dan, and Sam?”

Last night, Nigel and his sons stayed silent the whole time after they came, and they pretended that they were invisible. Madeline guessed that they were feeling guilty and had no idea how to face her. She didn’t think that was necessary, of course. No matter what, Dan saved her life before, and Sam hired a famous master to teach her self-defense. Thanks to that, she could face anyone and anything without fear of fervor. No matter what, she would still be grateful for Sam and Dan. After all, there wasn’t any law that said cousins must be nice to cousins, but Dan and Sam did show her kindness, and she would repay them in kind.

“Your uncle has his own place here, so they went back.” Michael hesitated for a moment, and he said, “After you went to bed last night, he apologized to me profusely. He said he wronged you a lot because he had no idea you’re my daughter. He hopes you can forgive him. He feels sorry about what he did, and it’s awkward to see you now. He doesn’t know how to face you, so he wants me to tell you that he’s really sorry.”

Nigel also apologized to MIchael and said he failed him and Crystal. Their daughter was right under his nose, but he failed to take care of her and made her suffer. All Michael could say was it was in the past, and that Nigel shouldn’t take it to heart anymore. He couldn’t criticize him, since he too failed in taking care of his own daughter. He had no right to blame anyone else. He looked at Madeline and said softly, “Maddie, we owe you a lot. We’ll make it up to you, we promise.”

Madeline smiled. “And I’ll always keep in touch.”

Cedric had gone back to his room for a shower and a change of clothes after he told the chefs to make breakfast. When he came back to the living room, he heard that conversation between Michael and Madeline. He stopped in his tracks, glanced at Madeline, and he snorted disdainfully.