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 carefulter, 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 vi once she lived in it.


    True enough, when Myra’ste mother was around, the whole vi had a pastoral style and there were


    fresh flowers and nts all over the ce. However, right now, the vi 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 vi. 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 ce she once called home.


    I had countless happy memories in this ce. My happy, albeit limited, memories with my mother were


    all made here. However, right now the ce has be 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 ites 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 ss 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 ss of lemonade.


    Myra did not spare a nce 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 vignt 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.


    Rachel instructed Mrs. Fletcher to serve the food, and the whole family made their way to the dining


    table.


    Myra was bringing up the rear when she saw Kris was about to take her seat. “That’s my seat,” Myra


    stated quietly behind her.


    Kris’ expression changed slightly; she was about to say something but Rachel red at her viciously in


    silence. It was only then that Kris changed her seat reluctantly, and shemented sarcastically once


    she sat down, “Did you truly think that we’d reserve the seat for you after you left two years ago? That’s


    rather shameless of you!”


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    Nevertheless, Myra appeared unperturbed. “Kris, you told me previously that you’re returning my room


    to me, so I thought that you approved of me returning to the Stark Residence. It turns out you weren’t


    serious. In that case, why did you invite me back for a meal, Rachel? Is it just so the chauffeur and


    housekeeper can re at me viciously?”


    Cameron had just taken his seat at the head of the table. He turned his head and he immediately saw


    Mrs. Fletcher, who had just served the food, ring at Myra unhappily. His expression darkened


    straight away and at Myra’s mention of the chauffeur, he recalled about the incident of opening the door


    today…


    Upon noticing Cameron’s foul expression, Rachel reprimanded Mrs. Fletcher anxiously, and she


    instructed thetter to keep an eye on the soup in the kitchen. Then, Rachel turned to Myra with an


    apologetic expression. “Mrs. Fletcher might be having a bad day today. She’s not targeting you at all,


    Myra. Please don’t take it to heart.”


    “It’s fine as long as she isn’t targeting me.” Myra took her seat and she turned to face Cameron. “I want


    to stay the night.”


    Cameron most probably wasn’t expecting Myra to take the initiative to voice that out.


    I know very well that I cannot afford to offend Myra right now; well, at least not during this stage when


    Myra and Tony are having a rtionship. Besides, I can take this opportunity to gain some benefits for


    the Stark Group. Hence, Cameronughed heartily as hemented, “Myra, feel free to stay here for


    as long as you wish. Haven’t I told you before? We will always wee you and you can return home


    whenever you want.”


    Cameron’s expression and tone were warm and weing. If Myra had lost her memories, she would


    have mistaken him as a kind and warm father, but that was impossible.


    In all honesty, I hate my sharp fa?ade, but I’ve burned bridges with this group of people long ago. I do


    not want to fake it and put on an act with them. I will try my best to help those I care for, but I will no


    longer go easy on those who had once hurt me.


    Myra hummed in response and her expression rxed slightly. She then concentrated on her te of


    food, enjoying her dinner in silence.


    She wore a cold and distant expression throughout dinner, and it seemed as if the whole family was


    trying to fawn over her by inviting her home for dinner. Kris gritted her teeth in frustration but she had to


    hold herself back, thanks to Rachel’s insistence.


    Therefore, the dinner seemed peaceful superficially.


    Halfway through dinner, Rachel wanted to get a bowl of soup, so Kris apanied her to the kitchen.


    Once they entered the kitchen, Kris shut the kitchen door and she met Rachel’s steady gaze. “Mom,


    are you sure that nothing will go wrong?”


    “It will be fine as long as you catch me in time. The doctor has mentioned that the child is showing


    signs of miscarriage. Later on, I will smear some blood on my underwear.” Rachel was speaking very


    softly and her gaze was fierce. “Remember this—I cannot lose the child today, so you must catch me


    when the timees.”


    “Got it.” Kris inhaled deeply. She saw her red and swollen face from the reflection of the kitchen wall,


    and she was reminded of her hatred for Myra.


    We find father’s attitude worrying so this time, I need to make sure that their rtionship deteriorates.


    That’s the only way to make sure that things will go our way in the future! Furthermore, we haven’t


    procured any shares at all and we are getting anxious now.


    When the two of them walked out from the kitchen, Myra could clearly tell that Kris’ attitude toward her


    improved a lot. She no longer red at the former in resentment. On the contrary, she even served


    Myra a piece of sweet and sour pork fillet, all while smiling warmly. She’s looking at me with her stupid


    face while asking me to enjoy my meal, Myra muttered deep down.


    In addition to that, Kris kept addressing Myra as ‘Sis’, making Myra knit her brows slightly.


    Apart from Kris, Rachel was also treating Myra kindly and gently too. Rachel mentioned that she knew


    Myra was returning for a stay, so she had Myra’s room repainted and decorated it in a style Myra liked.