Entangled With The CEO Brothers

I couldn’t stop staring at him.

He turned out to be the exact same image that appeared in my dreams every time. Short inches of hair, with a bit of a moustache, his already cold and rigid face was now even more angular.

He is slightly thinner, but more stylish, even wearing a prison suit can’t cover up the kingly temperament he was born with.

Only his eyes are as cold as ever, as if hiding two knives.

I smiled at him, but he sat still and stared at me coldly.

The transparent partition in the center separated us in two worlds.

My heart tightened and I smiled unnaturally, “Cameron, what … happened to you?”

Cameron looks at me and lets out a sneer.

Silence spreads between me and him, time passes by as his coldness lingers in my heart bit by bit.

“What are you doing here?” For a long time he spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

He looked up and around, the corners of his mouth hooked into a mocking smile as he raised his hands and shook the shackles on his wrists, the bamming sound was ear-splitting.

“Fun?” He laughed, “This is what you wanted, this is how you wanted it to turn out!”

“Cameron …”

I choked on his words, my heart pounding.

“Laura,” he looked at me, word for word, “this is what you wanted. You’ve succeeded, you’ve gotten back at me, and now I’m stuck in this place, losing everything … You’ve gotten what you wanted!”

“No, Cameron!” said I in a panic, “Once upon a time I misunderstood you, I know that there are some things that you didn’t do, you were set up …”

“But it’s all because of you!”

“Cameron …” I mumbled, not knowing what to say.

“Laura, what’s the point of you coming here today?” He narrowed his eyes in a smirk, “To see what I look like now? Or to demonstrate to me?”

“And bring a child?” He saw my daughter in my arms and laughed softly, “Carter’s?”This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

I looked at him in a daze, suddenly losing the courage to explain.

When I was pregnant, no one knew who the father of this child was, and despite all the speculation, she was still a mystery. Later, Carter bit out that this is his child, and I did not deny it, which is equivalent to acquiescing to the outside world … Cameron, despite being in prison, is not unable to hear a bit of news.

When he misunderstood that Carter and I had a child, how did he feel?

I violently recalled the former Cameron, pressed me under the body of the cruel torture when he left a cruel word, “Laura, you can only have my child in this life!”

“Finally made it right with Carter?” He had a sneer hidden in his eyes and a few moments of despondency, “Well, congratulations, sister-in-law!”

I stared at him without blinking, my heart grieving like a tidal wave coming up and going down. It was useless for me to say anything at this time, once Cameron decided, no one could change it.

I took a deep breath as my daughter hummed softly in my arms, baring her little mouth, probably hungry.

Cameron glanced into my arms as if he had a heartbeat, the icy cold on his face melted for a moment, but then came a deeper gloom.

“Take her and get the hell out of here!” He roared like a lion.

The guard next to him lightly squeezed his shoulder and gave him a wink.

“Cameron,” I asked him softly, “since you think I joined forces with Carter to set you up, since you think I succeeded in my revenge, why did you save me last time at the hospital? If you hadn’t intervened, Holly would have gotten her hands on me and the baby and I wouldn’t have survived! Why did you save me?”

He doesn’t make a sound, his black and white eyes flashing with something I can’t read.

“Why?” Half-heartedly he smiled, “I don’t know.”

“Laura, don’t get me wrong because of that one time. I don’t feel anything but hate for you now! I am where I am today, and it’s all because of you! You and Carter colluded with each other, inside and out, to drive me out of The Lynch Group and into this cell … heck, I won’t let you go!”

He sprang to his feet, overturning the stool, and there came a harsh chiding from the guards, two of whom had rushed over and brought him under control with their truncheons.

But Cameron was still leaning forward, his face almost pressed against that clear panel, his eyes wide.

“Laura, I won’t let you go!” He growled lowly, “It’s only three years, isn’t it? Heh … old me can endure through it! When I get out, you, and Carter, none of you can think of a good time!”

The child in his arms was frightened, wow cry. Some prison guards came forward to protect me behind me, loudly reprimanded Cameron, and others dragged and tugged to get him behind the iron door …

My ears perked up and my heart felt like it was falling into an ice pit.

“Yeah, and the little bastard!” Cameron roared at me as he broke free, “I won’t let her go when the time comes. Laura, you’re not the only one in this world who will get revenge! Just you wait!”

He was dragged away.

I sat in a daze, my child was crying her heart out, but I didn’t have the strength to coax her. Tears were choked in my throat but couldn’t fall.

He hated me.

He hated me so much that he didn’t even spare the child and called her a “little bastard”.

I stood up and ran a few steps over to Cameron, who was already being taken away, behind closed doors and surrounded by expressionless guards. That’s when the tears started to fall, and I screamed hysterically at the door, “Cameron, it’s your baby! She’s your baby!”

It was his child, and as he had said all those years ago, I could only have his child.

I walked out of the visiting room lost in thought, holding my daughter in my arms.

The little one’s face was purple from crying, and a kind female prison guard reminded me if it was time to breastfeed her. That’s when I responded. The warder helped me find an empty room, I finished feeding and walked out of this prison like a wandering soul again.

I wondered what the hell my purpose was in this visit.

Didn’t I want to talk to Cameron and come to see him? How did I make the situation so unmanageable?

It turns out that it was me who was thinking too innocently all along.

I thought that I had solved all my misunderstandings about him, and that he would still treat me … like he used to, but I forgot that when I hated him, I was betting on his whole life’s future.

What I destroyed with my own hands was everything he held dear.

And what I united with was someone who wanted to see him beg for life and death.

So there’s no end to revenge.

Walking out of the prison, I suddenly realized that the sun was clear, the sky was high, and the air was incredibly fresh, with the smell of autumn.

I have a sour nose, originally this trip also wanted to let Cameron see the child, and in the meantime to give her another name.

But there was no need for that now.

I named my daughter Sunny.

I got home, handed the baby to Yasmin, and collapsed into bed myself. It seemed like I had never been so tired. I didn’t want to think about anything, I didn’t want to do anything, I just wanted to get a good night’s sleep.

“Tired?” Yasmin pours me a glass of water and whispers, “Get some rest then. None of them are home today.”

“None of them?”

“Well, none of them know where to go. The house is quiet, so sleep in peace! If Young Master comes back, I’ll wake you up again, so you can go downstairs and work to pretend.”

“Oh.” I gently nodded my head, there wasn’t much in the house, in turn I couldn’t sleep, lying on the bed and tossing and turning, my mind was in turmoil.

Looking at the time it was just after noon, I thought I’d go for a walk. Having only seen Cameron in the morning, I suddenly wanted to visit Stella at this point.

Ethan was angry with her because of Cameron, and even stopped her medication, and then although she recovered, the move gave her a great deal of excitement … And I haven’t visited her since I got pregnant, this year’s time, I don’t know how she’s doing?

I simply packed up and headed out the door.

Stella was still living in that psychiatric rehab center, and the ward hadn’t changed, so it was easy to find. The nurse was feeding her medicine when I went there, and from afar I saw that she was in good health, her face was rosy and she seemed to have gained some weight, she just couldn’t leave the wheelchair yet.

But her eyes were vacant, I don’t know where she was looking, and she was chanting under her breath, I don’t know what she was saying.

The nurse said that she had been very obedient lately and was showing signs of improvement, and that with careful care, there was hope for a full recovery.

I walked over and squatted in front of her. She shifted her eyes to me and just stared blankly at me, frowning from time to time, probably feeling familiar and couldn’t name it.

I held her hand and smiled softly, “Mom, it’s me.”

“You …” she responded a little, but blurted out, “Anne?”

My heart tightened and I forced a smile, “Well, I’m Anne.”

Just think of me as Anne, as long as it gives her relief, think of me as anyone. I owe her daughter my life after all anyway.

“Anne…” she purred, taking me in her arms in a flash.

She smelled of medicine, and it smelled strange, but being in her arms gave me a motherly love I hadn’t felt in a long time.

She had been adopted by me for more than ten years, but she had held me like this only a handful of times.

Because I was the adopted daughter of my family, I was not valued or treated well, and no one cared about my feelings. These ten years of being a foster child have made me long for family love in particular. I often feel that fate is unfair. Why is it that other children can grow up happily with their parents, but I was born to be abandoned?

I have never even met my real mother.

I couldn’t help but be saddened by the thought. I stayed in her arms for a good while before I could leave. Then I changed her clothes and washed them, bought her an apple and peeled it into small pieces and fed it to her.

I chatted with her and told her jokes. She had no problem communicating with people, but her brain was not clear and she did not recognize people.

I also pushed her to the grass in the yard to sunbathe.

We had a great time that afternoon. In the past ten years, I had always thought of her as my mother, but she rarely thought of me as her daughter. However, this was probably the only time that she loved me as her own daughter, and even though she kept shouting “Anne” under her breath, I felt very relieved.

“Mom, I should get back.” I said to her.

It’s already four in the afternoon, if I don’t go back to breastfeed, Sunny will be hungry.

Stella was a little reluctant, her eyes were begging, but she slowly let go of her hand.

My nose was sore, and I smiled softly, “Mom, I’ll come back to see you tomorrow.”

“Good.” She said slowly, “Go home and ask your dad when mom can get out of this place.”

“Soon.” I touch her face, “As long as you eat and sleep carefully and listen to the doctor, you’ll be better soon, and when you’re better, you can go home!” I smiled, “I’m still waiting for you to help me watch the baby!”

“You … have a child?”

“Yes.” I said, “It’s a daughter, you’re a grandmother!”

I walked out of the hospital room and a figure jolted around the corner. I subconsciously screamed, but was snatched by the person to cover the mouth and nose, dragged to the corner of the shadowy place.

My first thought was that I had run into a robbery.

But in this mental hospital, who could rob me?

The man let go and I settled back, my heart almost jumping out of my throat.

“Carter?” I gasped.

His eyes were dark with a hint of hatred as he closed in on me a little.

“What are you doing!” I glared at him indignantly. “What can’t you say properly?”

“Heh,” he sneered, “am I not talking nicely to you right now?”

He took out a piece of paper agreement, which roughly stated that Laura voluntarily gave up The Lynch Group or something … I was stunned and asked him, “What’s this?”

“I said I’d give you time to think about our marriage, but I didn’t realize you’d have to think about it for so long.” He looked at me, “Since you don’t want to get married, I won’t force it. By signing this, you voluntarily give up The Lynch Group and the estate. I don’t need to be married to you to get that inheritance!”

“What?”

“Do you want me to say it again?”

“Carter …” He was so shameless. “You’re despicable!”

“Yeah, I know I’m mean.” He smiled shamelessly, “If I wasn’t mean, how could I make you hate Cameron so much?”

“But Laura, you’re ungrateful enough!” He said, “My mom was so good to you, and instead of being grateful, you sneak off to see this crazy bitch?”

“This is my mom,” I answered him clearly, “the one who raised me for fifteen years! Your mom has nothing to do with me, and technically, your mom is the one who kicked my mom out of The Lynch Family and drove her here to suffer!”

“Are you crazy too?” Annoyed, Carter gripped my wrist hard, “My mom is the real matriarch of The Lynch Family! If it wasn’t for Stella, there’s no way my mom and dad would have gotten divorced! This bitch is the third party you know!”

“I don’t care what she is, she’s mom to me.” I said, “Carter, she was good to you when you were a kid too, have you forgotten that? That’s what you call ungrateful and ungrateful!”

“Shut up!” Carter raised his hand and looked like he wanted to slap me.

But the hand lifted in mid-air but didn’t drop.

He flung the paper agreement with a rustle.

“Sign it.” He said coldly, “Sign it, and The Lynch Group and the estate have nothing to do with you, so you can take that little sinful bastard of yours and reunite with Cameron!”

I looked at him, my body shaking uncontrollably.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to sign.” The corners of his lips curled lightly, “Then let’s hurry up and get married! After all, getting the inheritance after we get married is the right thing to do! If I let you sign this statement, I might not even be able to pass the lawyer’s hurdle, but getting married will be different.”

“No way.” I licked my parched lips, “Heh, Carter, you want to take everyone down with you? You used me to count Cameron out and now you’re counting me out? You won’t get away with it!”

“Laura!”

“I told you loud and clear!” I yelled, “I’m not giving up my inheritance, let alone The Lynch Group! I’m an adopted daughter of The Lynch Family, and legally, I have a share in The Lynch Group. I am an adopted daughter of The Lynch Family, and legally, I have a share in The Lynch Group, and it is clearly stated in the will that I have a share in the estate! In the past, I might have been able to be uncontested, but nowadays, I understand one thing better, that only when I have contested and won over everyone, I am qualified to choose ‘uncontested’!”

“Carter, don’t ever try to hit on me again.” I looked him in the eye, “Rabbits bite when they’re anxious.”

“Heh, good.” Carter looked at me for a long moment and smiled softly.

Then with a calm expression, he took out his cell phone and opened the video.

Suddenly a baby cry pierced my ears.

My heart was violently seized, Carter looked at me smugly, “Laura, if you don’t want me to lay my hands on your daughter, you’d better obediently choose one of the two options I mentioned!”