Queen Revenge

I gently stroked the still flat belly, gazing at him, before I saw him, there were millions of words in my heart, but when I saw him, those tender words came to my lips but turned into a sentence: “How have you been?”

Walker Richter’s eyes glanced around as if to ascertain something before coming over to me, “What are you doing here? The weather’s cooler in the fall, so come out less, and be nice and bring SWEETHEART.”

His words were not a concern, but an explanation, a reminder.

He’s nervous.

He really did know about SWEETHEART.

“Did you do what happened to Susan Su?”

Without denying or admitting it, he changed the subject, “I’ve entrusted you with the custody of SWEETHEART in advance, so you can rest assured that no one will come to fight with you for the custody of SWEETHEART.”

He always says something like he’s explaining the aftermath.

Pursing my lips, I hesitantly asked, “When did you realize that SWEETHEART was our daughter? Why did you keep it from me?”

He probably knew I’d ask, and wasn’t surprised, but said matter-of-factly, “When you confessed to me that you’d had children, and I, Walker Richter, was the only woman from beginning to end, you were the only woman, and naturally SWEETHEART was our child.”

I grabbed the key word within his words and was ecstatic, “From start to finish, it’s just me? Then Susan Su’s baby?”

Susan Su had a baby too, and she told me it was Walker Richter’s, but now Walker Richter says it was just me from start to finish.

“Ben Richter’s.” Walker Richter’s thin lips pursed as his words changed, “It’s all in the past, Su is my wife now, and I don’t care what her past is, I’ll do my best to pamper her and give her the best I can.”

“What about me and sweetheart? And the … in my belly”

“You and I have long since ceased to be related.” Walker Richter suddenly interrupted me in a cold voice, his expression cold, as if he had changed into a different person in an instant.

I was about to open my mouth when Ben Richter’s voice came from behind me, “Ernie.”

I looked back over and Ben Richter saw me, “Alva, you’re there too, what are you guys?”

The sight of Ben Richter reminded me of Tina Deross in the warehouse, and I couldn’t help but feel a chill on the back of my neck, figuring that by now Ben Richter had moved the body.

“I just watched Su,” Walker Richter asked rhetorically, “Big Brother this?”

“I came to see my younger sibling, I really didn’t expect such an accident, losing a leg, this must be a big blow to my younger sibling, second brother, you must take good care of my younger sibling and calm her down.”

“Su must be happy to have a big brother with that heart.” Walker Richter clenched his hand into a fist and coughed a few times against his lips, “Big brother, I’ll be heading back when it’s time for my medicine.”

“Is Second Brother going back to Pear orchard or the Yates Family? “Ben Richter was gentle and concerned, “Our the Richter family and the Yates Family don’t have a deep friendship. We, the Richter family, do not have a deep friendship with the Yates Family, and if this is rumored, the outside world may not think so, and Grandma is also concerned about Second Brother’s illness, so why don’t you move back to the old mansion to recuperate?”This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Even if something did get out there, it was Ben Richter’s doing.

I thought Walker Richter would turn down Ben Richter, but I didn’t know he readily agreed: “Thanks for your concern, big brother, we’ll move back to the old mansion once Su is out of the hospital.”

Walker Richter’s alacrity caused Ben Richter to blink and then laugh, “Good, Ernie get back in there, don’t miss your medicine.”

“Uh-huh.”

Walker Richter responded with a grimace and got into the car, never looking at me from the beginning to the end.

After I watched Walker Richter leave, intending to go myself, Ben Richter called him by his first name: “Alva Hill.”

He stopped me in my tracks.

Heart thumping, I looked at him and asked knowingly, “Something wrong?”

“What did you see at the warehouse that day?”

He’s really still afraid that I’ll find out the secrets of the warehouse.

I feigned bewilderment, “What warehouse? I’ve never been to any warehouse.”

“And you’re still pretending.” Ben Richter’s face sank, “What exactly did you see that day at the old mansion warehouse?”

“I have been to the old mansion, but not to any warehouse.” I also coldly refused to admit it, “What, are you afraid that I know something? Warehouses aren’t places for discarded items, could there be any unspeakable secrets inside?”

Ben Richter stares fixedly into my eyes as he tries to find signs that I’m lying, but I disappoint him.

He grunted, “It had better be.”

With that Ben Richter was about to head toward the hospital when I tried, “Did you force Leon Murphy to die?”

Ben Richter turned back to me and glanced at me with his eyes, “It’s none of my business.”

That statement has no credibility.

Judging by his reaction, Leon Murphy had nothing to do with his death.

I watched Ben Richter go into the hospital and breathed a sigh of relief when Shirley Hill came over holding SWEETHEART, “Alva, you and THE Richter family?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

I didn’t want to talk about it, and Shirley Hill had the good sense not to ask too many questions.

She drove me back, and when she got downstairs, she didn’t go up; she had her own troubles, worrying about how she would explain to Martin Mo’s side about her relationship with Lucien Bo.

And I didn’t push it.

When I got home, I thought about what Walker Richter had just said and always felt that there was something in his words.

What exactly was his purpose in marrying Susan Su?

It’s not in the character of the once spirited Walker Richter to keep holding back in front of Ben Richter today.

A male lion is still a male lion even if he is sick.

I rubbed the small of my back, Walker Richter, what the hell are you doing.

That night, I was getting ready to rest when I received an unfamiliar text message that read, “Take care of yourself and the kids, and try to leave the house as little as possible.”

With that tone, and that last sentence, I immediately guessed it was from Walker Richter.

He’s talking about the kids. He knows I’m pregnant?

He repeatedly told me to go out less. He’s afraid of what Susan Su might do to me, I guess.

I can’t stop a wave of joy from flooding my heart at the thought that Walker Richter has always cared about me.

The woman in love is like this, the other side to give a little response is enough to their own happy for a while.

This information reinforces my certainty that Walker Richter married Susan Su out of necessity.

I messaged back, “Good.”

One word is the best fix.

I looked out the window, the darkness of the night past was dawn.

That day can’t be too far away.

With Walker Richter’s admonition, I try to stay home and not go anywhere except to the grocery market and take sweetheart downstairs for a sneaky walk.

But sometimes, even if you are careful, bad luck will still come, you can’t avoid it.

On the day of Martin Mo and Shirley Hill’s wedding, I was ready to go back with my sweetheart after attending their wedding. Ulysses Will was supposed to give me a ride, but he suddenly received a call from his student, Vera Huang, who was in an emergency, so he had to go there right away, and I went with Fiona Croix.

On the way, I got a call from Nancy Richter, who gasped and said urgently, “Alva, I have to see you now, I’m waiting for you on People’s Road, come on, hurry up.”

The pain and horror in Nancy Richter’s voice made it hard to listen.

She seemed to be running, desperately, and brokenly her voice came, “Hurry, Alva Hill, hurry.”