Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 562 Braylee's Hate

Jared shook the juice in his hand; the bright red juice was even more translucent and beautiful under

the light of the hall.

He tilted his head and took a sip.

It was sweet, so sweet that it was cloying, but also sweet to the heart.

At this point, Amber took a sip from the glass of red wine she had just snatched from his hand, before

answering his words, "Well, Nichole doesn't want to break off the engagement."

"She loves him?" Jared looked at her.

This "him", obviously referring to the scumbag Jonah Pratt.

Amber shook her head, "Of course not, Nichole said, the person she wanted to marry is gone, so for

the sake of the family, it's the same with whoever she marries, and even if they are married, they would

have an open relationship anyway."

"So that's how it is." Jared nodded his head and then set his eyes forward.

After seeing the couple go down, he tilted his head and finished the rest of the juice in his glass in one

gulp, put the glass down, and said to Amber, "I'm going to see Jonah Pratt's father, do you want to go?"

Amber waved her hand, "Nah, I don't know them."

"That's fine, you wait here and eat something, and I'll be right back." Jared picked up a plate, chucked

two mango-flavored cakes, and handed the plate to her.

Amber reached out and took it, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you."

"See you later." Jared smiled and turned to leave.

After he left, Amber suddenly froze.

Strange, why did she promise to wait for him?

The answer to something vaguely surfaced in Amber's mind, but it was quickly suppressed by her

again.

She lowered her head, using a delicate silver fork, cut the cake, then forked up a piece and put it into

her mouth, it was sweet.

Strangely enough, the taste of the cake was good, but definitely not as good as that made by a highly

skilled pastry chef.

But for some reason, she felt that it was better than the ones made by the senior pastry chef.

Amber sat on the couch in the corner, eating the cake while waiting for Jared to return.

After waiting for a while, she put down her plate and got up to go to the bathroom.

After going to the bathroom, Amber stood at the sink washing her hands and touching up her makeup.

Suddenly, she looked in the mirror and saw the cubicle door behind her open, and Braylee came out of

it fixing her hair.

Amber put down the lipstick in her hand, turned around, and shouted, "Braylee Reed!"

Braylee paused for a second and then looked up, "Hey... Amber?"

Her voice was shrill with surprise, and her eyes were written with shock and disbelief when she looked

at Amber.

"Why are you here?" Braylee took two steps forward at a rapid pace and came to a stop in front of

Amber, questioning loudly.

Amber took her lipstick back, put the lid on it and put it in her handbag, and said lightly, "I came to

attend my friend's engagement party. Why can't I be here?"

"Your friend?" Braylee quickly reacted, her face twisted for a moment, "You're Nichole D'Alessandro's

friend?"

Nichole D'Alessandro, Jonah Pratt's fiancée.

Amber looped her arms, "Yeah, but you seem to have a problem with Nichole, because of Nichole's

fiancé?"

Hearing this, Braylee's face stiffened, then clenched her palms, her eyes panicked, "What do you... do

you mean by that?"

"What do I mean you know it in your heart?" Amber's expression sank, "Braylee, I have not seen you

for 6 years, did not expect you to give me a big surprise. A mistress, eh?"

The word mistress had provoked Braylee.

Braylee's eyes widened, her eyes were bloodshot as she looked at Amber, "You mean I'm the

mistress? Obviously Nichole D'Alessandro, is the mistress. Jonah and I are in love, and Jonah doesn't

love her, but she had to get engaged to Jonah. Isn't she the one that gets in the way between Jonah

and me?"

If Nichole knew what she was doing, she should have taken the initiative to back out of the marriage

with Jonah and given up her position.

Hearing this, Amber snorted, "So this is how you regard as a mistress. Just because you and Jonah

have feelings, so Nichole, the bride-to-be here, becomes a mistress in your eyes, a mistress who

prevents you from marrying Jonah. Braylee, you are really shameless. Do you think dad would forgive

you if he saw you like this?"

Dad...

Braylee eyes flickered, and a trace of guilt surfaced on her face, but it quickly disappeared again. She

crossed her arms and raised her voice, "Dad died long ago. I don't care if I can live up to him or not, so

don't you play the dad card with me."

"You!" Amber's face turned red with anger, pointing at her furiously, "Braylee, you know that Dad is

dead, but do you know that Dad was killed by you!"

Braylee's eyes kept rolling, avoiding to look at Amber, "Stop talking nonsense. How could I be the one

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She didn't want to take the blame.

Even if, indeed, it was true.

"How could you?" Amber sneered, "Six years ago, when you and your mother thought Goldstone was

going down, you ran off with the rest of the money, leaving dad with a bigger mess, and he jumped out

of the window in frustration. Isn't that enough proof that you and your mother had caused his death?"

"Don't you dare!" Braylee clenched her fist, "You just said that dad committed suicide, so how did we

kill him? Don't you dare accuse me and my mom. Dad's death is none of our business!"

Listening to her excuse, Amber sarcastically shook her head, "Braylee, you're such a horrible person.

Do you still see him as your father?"

"No!" Braylee strained her neck and answered without hesitation, "Back when he defended you every

time, when he was mean to me and punish me, he was no longer my dad in my heart."

Amber's eyes widened in disbelief, "Just because of that, you hold a grudge against Dad and don't

even want to admit you're his eldest daughter?"

"Isn't that enough?" Braylee sneered.

Amber closed her eyes hard, took a deep breath, tried to suppress the anger in her heart, and said,

"Braylee, do you know why Dad punished you? That's because you always bullied me. You always got

yourself in trouble. No matter how Dad taught you, you didn't listen, so Dad had to scold you and

punish you. He did it for your own good, hoping you'd grow up and hope you'd change. But I didn't

expect you to hold a grudge against Dad for that, and you don't even want to admit he was your father!"

"What do you mean for my own good. Amber, you're not the one who was beaten, you're not the one

who was scolded, so of course you can say that. I never thought he did it for my own good. In his heart,

only you were his good daughter, and I was just a bad one who disgraced him. He regretted having me,

right?" Braylee roared with a twisted face.

"Crazy, you're really crazy!" Shock was written all over Amber's face.

Braylee stared at her viciously, "I'm not crazy, I'm sober. I heard him say that with my own ears, he said

he should have strangled me in the first place to avoid harming the Reed family. Since he would do that

to me, then why couldn't my mother and I take the money and run away? I have long hated him. So

after me and my mother heard that he died, you didn't know how happy we were." Braylee covered her

stomach and laughed out loud with pleasure.

Amber was expressionless, her face was gloomy to the extreme, and the anger in her heart could no

longer be suppressed. Clenching her fists for a few seconds, she dropped the bag in her hand, then

grabbed Braylee by the hair and dragged her forcibly to the washstand.

Braylee did not expect Amber to suddenly make a move towards her, and pull her hair, she felt like her

scalp was going to be ripped off, screaming in pain, "Let go of me!"