A Vengeful Bride novel Chapter 181

I looked at Betty sarcastically.

The daughter of Fang's Group? Even if Leonard was here, he couldn't save her.

Ashley, just wait and see. I won't let you go easily!" When Betty was taken away, she shouted at me arrogantly.

I watched coldly as Betty was taken away. Then, I left the Mu family.

After solving this matter, there was one more thing that needed to be investigated.

"Your birth certification?" I came to my aunt's house. We used to have a bad relationship, but I was well-known in Beijing, so they didn't treat me rudely. Instead, they were enthusiastic to me. After I explained my purpose, my aunt was surprised.

"Yes, I can't find it, so I want to ask you about it."

"Oh, you can ask your mother about this."

"My mother doesn't remember this. She used to have a good relationship with you. You should remember my birth, right?"

"Actually, I don't remember it very clearly. Why did you suddenly ask this question?" My aunt looked at me in confusion.

I made an excuse at random. Seeing that I couldn't get the answer from my aunt, I had no choice but to go to the hospital. "Do you want to test your blood?" Stewart asked in surprise after he heard my purpose.

"Yes, check it for me and then give me the report."

"Alright." Stewart took me to have a blood test. An hour later, the result came out.

After giving the report to me, he left.

After I took the report home, I found my father's medical record report.

I compared my blood type with my father and found a shocking fact.

I...was not a child of the Mu family.

My father's blood type was A, but my blood type was 0, and my mother's blood type was B. No matter what kind of combination, it was impossible for them to give birth to me.

It turned out that I was not a child of the Mu family, so my mother treated me rudely.

Since I was not their child, then whose child was I?

I held my head and couldn't figure it out.

Betty was not a child of the Fang family. From what my mother said, I could only come to this conclusion.

Scott and Leonard only had one daughter, and Betty was not their biological daughter. They would be so sad.

Everything was just a guess. I must have substantial evidence to prove that Betty was not a child of the Fang family.

But how could I prove it? While I was wondering how to prove that Betty was not a child of the Fang family, the doorbell rang.

I was a little confused. Was it Amy?

I came to the door and opened it. But I didn't saw Amy, but the housekeeper of the Empire Manor.

"Miss Mu, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"What's the matter?"

I looked at the elegant housekeeper and said in a daze.

"Could you please go to the Imperial Manor with me?"

"Oh?" I was shocked by his words.

I didn't have anything to do with the Empire Group, except... the child.

"Our little master has been crying all the time. We can't do anything about it. Our master said that you can comfort him."

The housekeeper said to me seriously.

"Has the child been crying? Why?"

When I heard that the child had been crying, I looked at the housekeeper anxiously and said.

"He has been crying since the afternoon. We are worried that his throat would hurt, so we can only come here and invite you to comfort him. He seems to be very fated with you, and he likes you very much. Could you please go with us?"

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Hearing that the child had been crying, I couldn't care about anything. I closed the door and got in the car with the housekeeper.

"I have a question for you."

Sitting in the car, I looked at the housekeeper who was driving and asked.

"Please say it." He said to me with an unusually gentle attitude.

I was a little hesitant. After thinking for a while, I decided to ask.

"Well, your master is... Mr. Mu. Last time you said that his Chinese name is Mu, right?"

"Yes." The housekeeper turned around and nodded to me.

"Where is the child's mother?"

Since the child had been crying, where was his mother?

After looking at me meaningfully, the housekeeper shook his head and said, "Sorry, this is his own business. We can't ask him that."

Did an accident happen to the child's mother? Or...

Because I didn't have any milk, but I needed to feed the child like this. I always felt a little strange.

The child sucked for a long time and finally quieted down. I kissed his face and thought helplessly. I had no milk for him, why did he always like to get close to my breast? Had he never drunk his mother's milk after he was born?"

How could it be? Did his mother die of giving birth to him?

I patted my cheek and looked gently at the sleeping child. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, I put him down. When I was about to leave, he seemed to know that I was going to leave, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at him, I asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Mommy..." He opened his eyes and looked at me. His small hand grabbed my finger, then he closed his eyes and fell asleep again with bubbles spitting out of his mouth.

Looking at his lovely look, I couldn't help laughing.

If my child was still alive, he should be about the same age as the child.

"Miss Mu." I leaned against the bed and watched the child quietly for a long time until the housekeeper came in, followed by a servant carrying a tray.

I smelled a very delicious smell, and my stomach was growling.

I licked my lips and said with an embarrassed smile, "Could you please take his hand off?"

I wanted to get rid of the child's hand just now. Although he was so small, his strength was really not small.

I couldn't bear to take off his hands, so I had to ask the housekeeper to come. The housekeeper smiled and said, "Miss Mu, are you hungry? I asked the chef to make you some soups. Would you like to have a try?"

I was hungry. Smelling the delicious taste, my stomach was growling.

I didn't refuse. I asked the housekeeper to bring me the dishes. After I finished eating quickly, I saw that the housekeeper was looking at me with a stunning look.

Perhaps he had never seen such a rude woman like me.

"I'm sorry, I'm just too hungry." I blushed and pretended to be calm as I said to him.

"It's okay, you're very forthright and sincere. Miss Mu, you can sleep here tonight. The little master's room is very big. If you are sleepy, you can sleep here."

"Okay." I gave a wry smile and looked back at the child who had been holding my hand.

If I left, he would cry again. Thinking of how he cried just now, I felt distressed and said, "Where is his father? The child cried so sadly, but he did nothing."

Like a stern teacher, I looked at the housekeeper and said.

The housekeeper said awkwardly, "Our master doesn't know how to coax the child. He only let us invite you here."

I had been here twice, but I had never seen the owner of this villa.

Was the president of this Empire Group really so mysterious?