Chapter 7
Vincent was scared of Rhett. And no one in the FitzGerald family or the whole of Silvergrove City wasn’t.
“Take her to the servants‘ quarters in the backyard,” Vincent whispered urgently to the nanny. gesturing subtly towards Kristin. He was worried that Rhett was on the verge of losing his
temper.
Rhett was a clean freak. He moved out as soon as he was of age and hardly ever returned. His visit today was quite rare.
“Little brat,” the nanny hissed through clenched teeth. Seeing Rhett had left the patio, she booted Summer, sending the kid sprawling on the ground.
Kristin panicked, clutching the child tightly, her voice choked. “This isn’t our home. We need to go back to our place!”
With that, Kristin, still holding Summer, prepared to make her exit.
Summer was just a kid. How could Vincent be so heartless?
“Kristin, you’d better get a grip on reality,” Vincent snarled, yanking her back by her hair.
Summer was a tough cookie. Even after being kicked to the ground by the nanny, he didn’t cry. But seeing Vincent bully his mom, tears rolled down his cheeks. “Let go of my mom!”
“Vincent, I’ve agreed to donate my kidney. What more do you want?” Kristin begged through tears. Couldn’t he leave her alone?
“Kristin, if you and your mom hadn’t swapped places with Ruby, she wouldn’t have suffered such severe depression nor nearly lost her life in that car crash!” Vincent loathed Kristin.
Kristin looked down, defeated. The damage was done, and she couldn’t change it. “I didn’t… Vincent, why won’t you believe me? I didn’t collude with the Collins family. I knew nothing.”
Ruby had said that during her years with the Collins family, she had suffered immensely, even fabricating lies, claiming that Garner, as her brother, had molested her from a young age, harming and threatening her, leaving her deeply traumatized and severely depressed.
Everyone believed Ruby’s words. No one trusted Kristin and Garner because they were the children of the supposed instigators.
Garner said their family would have given their hearts out to Ruby. Guilty, their mother gave Ruby the only chance for education they had, working tirelessly to provide a better life for Ruby.
Garner dropped out of school at 16 to earn money so his sister could live better.
The truth came out after a heated argument with his mother, who favored Ruby excessively.
Having overheard from outside the door, Ruby ran back to the Turner family, slandering Kristin,
saying that she and the Collins family had conspired everything.
That day, Kristin found out she wasn’t the biological daughter of the Turner family.
“It seems five years in prison didn’t make you reflect at all,” Vincent said, pushing Kristin away with a look of increasing disgust.
“Don’t touch my mom!” Summer wanted to protect his mother but knew he was no match for
Vincent.
“Daddy!” Suddenly, Summer called out “Daddy” and lunged toward the man who had just appeared at the door.
What? At the door, Rhett’s face darkened to the extreme.
The nanny and Vincent also looked at Rhett in panic.
It was common knowledge in the FitzGerald family that Rhett was an extreme neat freak. Hel loathed anything unfamiliar getting close to him, especially people.
That little bastard, covered in dirt, wearing filthy clothes, dared to…
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, including Kristin.
Kristin’s voice trembled, looking at Rhett nervously and helplessly. “Mr… Mr. FitzGerald, I’m sorry, so sorry.”
Kristin was on the verge of tears. She knew Rhett, Vincent’s brother.
When she was engaged to the FitzGerald family and attended their family banquet, she met Rhett. He was the pillar of the FitzGerald family, and no one dared to provoke him.
There were rumors in the business world that Rhett was ruthless and harsh. Those who had crossed him never ended well.
Rhett didn’t push Summer away but looked down at him instead.
This little guy was sharp as a tack. He knew who held the power in this house, and at such a young age, he was already playing his cards right, quite the schemer
“How old are you?” Rhett’s deep voice would have scared any ordinary child to tears, but Summer wasn’t afraid.
“I’m five,” Summer’s voice rang out clear.
Rhett’s gaze fell on Kristin, who was on the verge of kneeling, and he frowned slightly.
“Ms. Turner, it had been almost six years.” He thought.
The last time they met was at a banquet in the FitzGerald family.
Back then, Kristin was the cherished jewel of the Turner family, her smile pretty and naive. After so many years, she had been tormented into this ghostly shadow of her former self.
“Mr. FitzGerald, I’m so sorry.” Kristin edged over, shoulders hunched, trying to take Summer
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away.
But Summer clung to Rhett, refusing to let go. “Daddy.” he called out again.
Kristin was petrified, her eyes red, trembling as if she were a frightened rabbit too scared to fight back. “Summer, he’s not Daddy… Mommy will take you to find Daddy, okay?”
Rhett tried to pull his leg away, but the little guy held on tight.
His gaze fell back onto Kristin, and her faint, familiar scent clung to the air.