Queen Revenge

That night, Walker Richter did not stay at home, and the next few days, again no one, Kelly Zex repeatedly asked me when Walker Richter will return, if not Aunt Lexi on the sidelines to remind her, I am afraid that I really do not put me as a ‘real lady’ in the in my eyes.

While Walker Richter wasn’t home for a few days, I packed up a few clothes and went to stay with Fiona Croix.

She gets off work pretty late every day and I have nothing to do, so I make dinner at home and wait for her to come back.

Fiona Croix looked at the table full of food and laughed, [I’m so blessed, or you shouldn’t go back to the Richter family, just cook for me here, I’ll have some company too].

After the divorce Fiona Croix does not look disheveled and depressed, she schedules her time every day, but at night she is holding photos of her children and weeping silently.

“You make money to support me.” I laughed as I brought the last plate of ribs to the table.

Good. Fiona Croix sat down and couldn’t wait to taste a piece: [It’s so good, it’s almost up to five-star chef’s standard].

I smiled, “I love that, eat more, here’s some chicken soup, specially made for you.”

Fiona Croix has lost a lot of weight from the stress of her job.

She smiled and hugged me, [Alva, you’re so sweet, love you].

“But don’t.” I ruffled my hair and lifted my lips, “I’m sexually normal, and you falling in love with me will only disappoint you.”

We smiled at each other, a feeling of relief we hadn’t had in a long time.

Fiona Croix took a sip of her chicken soup and asked me, “Is that guy him?”

I knew she was asking about Ulysses Will.

I pursed my lips and nodded, “It’s him.”

Fiona Croix froze as I told her briefly about Ulysses Will’s recent past, and she was particularly shocked: [How, how could Ulysses Will be in love with Bella Hill.]

Even Fiona Croix didn’t believe it, and how could I have believed it if I hadn’t heard and seen Bella Hill’s journal with my own ears?

Ulysses Will is three words I don’t want to mention again.

Fiona Croix could see I didn’t want to talk much either and held my hand in silent comfort.

By this time, we all know that any words of relief pale in comparison.

Fiona Croix changed the subject; [How’s your errand coming along?

An old case, it can’t just be rehashed and re-investigated so easily, I can only continue to be ‘Bella Hill’ and the whereabouts of the child are still unknown.

I shook my head and Fiona Croix suddenly thought of something and shook my arm, [Why don’t you ask Walker Richter for help?

I was careful in front of Walker Richter for fear that he would find out what was going on and ask him for help, wouldn’t that be like telling him that I was Alva Hill.

Fiona Croix, knowing what I was thinking, gestured and explained, [I thought you said Walker Richter couldn’t get a divorce? If you can’t get a divorce, why don’t you go another way? It’s a fact that you’re impersonating Bella Hill, there’s no such thing as an impermeable wall, why don’t you find yourself a backer before it’s revealed.]

I reacted to what Fiona Croix meant.

“Fiona, are you kidding me, making Walker Richter fall in love with me?” I shook my head vigorously, “That’s impossible.”

That Walker Richter quote rings true.

I might as well die trying.

Fiona Croix anxiously gesture: [Who else is more stable than Walker Richter, Walker Richter loathes Bella Hill, but you are not ah, if you can get Walker Richter’s love, even if it’s just a hint of goodwill, then you can also protect you, you can be a fair and square to do back to Alva Hill]. Hill, perhaps can also help you find the child, have Walker Richter’s shelter, the Hill family will also scruple, Bella Hill at that time can not do anything to you].

That’s true, and there’s no one more stable than Walker Richter as a backer.

If I robbed Walker Richter, Bella Hill would be afraid to break down, and isn’t that what I want?

I’m a little heartened and apprehensive …

“The thing about love is that it’s nebulous, it can come about in a flash or it can never come about in a lifetime, and there’s no shortage of women for a man like Walker Richter, and he told me plainly that it wouldn’t work that way.”

How do you know if you don’t try, now do you have another way to go?”]] Fiona Croix looked at me: [A woman chasing after a man, letting you let go and slipping back to being Alva Hill, are you willing to do that? Alva, I know you too well, you won’t be willing to do that. If it were me, I wouldn’t let go of Bella Hill for all the things that she’s done, I’ll definitely treat her the same way as she treats others.]]

I was shocked that these heated words were coming from Fiona Croix, who had always been as soft as a bun.

If she had such a temper, would she have been bullied by THE Astor family to get out of the house?

“Fiona,” I called out to her numbly, frowning, “You’ve changed.”

People change. Fiona Croix laughed bitterly: [This is sort of the experience of those who have been there, in this world, if you don’t fight, you are bound to have nothing.]

If you don’t fight, you’re bound to have nothing.

Fiona Croix’s words hit me like a hammer and I tossed and turned that night.

It’s a good choice whether you want to continue to be the Alva Hill who lets people bully you or fight back.

Since I’m hogging ‘Ms. Richter’s’ spot, why not grab the guy too?

The next day, I smiled and told Fiona Croix, “I’ve decided to make Walker Richter fall in love with me.”

Fiona Croix was happy for me: [Wishing you success.]

After a few days here at Fiona Croix, I headed back to Pear orchard, and to get Walker Richter to fall in love with me, it would definitely take meeting people to create the opportunity.

I started inquiring about Walker Richter’s trip.

Nancy Richter likes to make things happen and watch the action, and it works best from her side.

Sure enough, with a little set of words, I got Walker Richter’s itinerary from Nancy Richter.

He hasn’t been traveling at all, he’s been in the North Side the whole time, and he’s been with Pheobe Wilson the whole time, too.

Pheobe Wilson came back as a representative of a foreign JK group to talk to the Richter Group about a collaborative project.

Men and women who work and spend all day together can easily rekindle old feelings.

Walker Richter is at the office most of the time and has not been back to Pear orchard for the past few days, back to his other house on the North Side.

I sought it out hastily, rather like a check-up, and was sure to anger Walker Richter.

I was trying to think of an excuse to see Walker Richter when Frank Hill called me.

It was a rare day when Frank Hill was free to ask me to join him for lunch at the restaurant across the street from Hill’s Group.

I’d never eaten alone with Frank Hill like this before, and his incessant serving of my food and mouthfuls of Bella were no doubt a reminder of the difference between me and Bella Hill.

“Dad, what did you want to see me about today?”

Frank Hill hesitated and said, “Didn’t you say last time that Alva might not be dead, two days ago I had dinner with the coroner who did Alva’s autopsy in the first place, Forensic Lee has been working for more than twenty years, and has never made a mistake, Bella, I know that you don’t want anything to happen to Alva as much as dad does, things have gone on for so long, so don’t be so upset over this matter in your mind, it’s my father-daughter bond with Alva.”

I remembered the last time he’d talked to Jane Hasis in the study, and how Frank Hill could have said ‘I don’t want anything to happen to Alva Hill’ when he knew full well that Bella Hill and I were incompatible.

Bella Hill is the last person who wants to hear the word Alva Hill, even the servants in the house can’t mention the name, so how is Frank Hill not aware of it.

I was more than a little wary.

Frank Hill’s comment today sounded a bit intentional, as if he was testing me for something.

He was really suspicious.

I put down the chopsticks in my hand and said with feigned indifference, “Mom said Alva Hill might be alive, I just blurted it out last time, I don’t have much of a sister, so what does her death or life have to do with me, there’s only one Qianjin in THE Hill family, and that’s me, Bella Hill.”

I didn’t expect much from Frank Hill, but blood ties are strong, and he wasn’t a good father to me, but he gave me life.

My words stabilized Frank Hill, who mouthily reprimanded, “You boy, even if Alva passed away, that’s still your sister.”

“I would never recognize it.”

Frank Hill was busy and the call came before this meal was even eaten.

“Bella, Dad has something he needs to take care of, so eat and go home, stop being willful and have a good time with Walker Richter, you’re Dad’s pride and joy.”

He gave this account and hurried away.

Through the glass window, I watched Frank Hill hurry back to the office.

It always felt like he didn’t know anything about my accident back then.

What was Frank Hill’s role in the conspiracy?