Queen Revenge

I giggled inwardly and was hesitant to say anything, but Walker Richter just gave me a faint look and turned toward the stairs.

His eyes were so indifferent, not at all like the way he looked at his wife, and so unlike the enthusiasm of last night, that for a moment I was even more puzzled as to how Bella Hill had gotten along with Walker Richter before.

The maid called me downstairs for breakfast, which brought me back to my senses.

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I walked over and sat down across from him with an awkward hello, “Good morning.”

Walker Richter didn’t even raise an eyelid, ignoring me quite thoroughly.

Are the two not as in love as rumored?

I served a bowl of porridge and ate it with my head down, feeling uncomfortable even though Walker Richter didn’t say anything, and he was Bella Hill’s husband.

The bowl of porridge was at the bottom, and when I saw that he had eaten well too, I was about to clear away the dishes, when Walker Richter suddenly opened his mouth, “Get ready tonight, and go back to the old mansion in the evening.”

The old Richter family home?

As soon as I heard this I involuntarily panicked, one Walker Richter is already difficult to deal with, but also have to deal with the Richter family that group of people, if exposed …

Walker Richter’s gaze came over and I took a secret breath and tried to speak in Bella Hill’s tone, “Yes, husband.”

Walker Richter froze for a moment, his eyes giving me a somewhat strange look.

I don’t know what I said wrong, he gave me a look and I panicked.

Just as my palms were sweating with nerves, he pulled out a card and placed it on the table, his face expressionless, “Buy a kid’s gift, and do whatever you want with the rest of the money.”

A kid’s gift?

Walker Richter did not want to explain the meaning of how big a child, boy or girl, I can not ask, for some reason, always feel that Walker Richter eyes can see through the hearts of the people as if.

I collected the card and smiled as I slipped it into my coat pocket.

He went back upstairs to get changed for the office, and as the “wife”, I walked him to the door, “Take care, hubby.”

Walker Richter suddenly paused and folded back, taking a step toward me, and I instinctively took a step back, keeping a somewhat stiff smile on my face, “Honey, is there something else?”

Walker Richter gazed at me with a dark gaze and a slight frown on his brow, and suddenly said, “That’s a nice scent of perfume on you today.”

I froze, I wasn’t wearing any perfume, the ones Bella Hill had bought earlier smelled too strong and I wasn’t used to them.

I laugh, “Yes… yes!”

He gave me a smirking look and turned toward the car.

Watching the car drive away, I was relieved and lifted my arm to sniff, not smelling anything at all.

Thinking about Walker Richter’s account, I went out and bought a gift.

I had just come out of the store when a text message came through.

It’s Fiona Croix, the only person in the city I can trust, and she’s the only one who knows that I’m now Alva Hill as “Bella Hill.”

Fiona Croix asked me to meet her at the Maple Leaf Cafe.

It’s a special time nowadays, and she wouldn’t make an appointment to see me without something important.

Taking a cab to the appointment, I saw Fiona Croix sitting in the corner as soon as I entered the cafe.

She was holding a cup of coffee in her hand, her eyes staring out of the window in a vacant and lifeless manner, the hot air rising from the coffee on her face, making her look lonely and still.

I was shocked, I remembered that Fiona Croix never looked like this, she was vivid and bright.

I walked over quickly, and when she saw me coming, she slowed down, a feeble smile curling the corners of her mouth as she gestured and asked me, [What’ll I have to drink?

Fiona Croix is mute, she wasn’t born mute but something happened when she was five years old and suddenly she couldn’t speak.

As for what happened, she kept her mouth shut and no one knew.

Two years ago, Fiona Croix was pregnant and married into the Astor family as Ms. Astor, and later gave birth to a son. It is said that the mother is the son, but Fiona Croix’s status in the Astor family is getting worse day by day, her husband Jack Astor’s side news has been constant, and her mother-in-law is constantly searching for a new Fiona Croix’s status in the Astor family is declining.

The whole circle knew that Fiona Croix was going to be swept off her feet by the Astor family sooner or later.

The Astor family wouldn’t care for a dumb daughter-in-law.

I’ve seen everything she’s been through, sat down across from her, frowned, and asked, “What happened.”

She stared at the coffee in her hand whose heat was dissipating, and lightly, she gestured bitterly, [He … filed for divorce from me.]

The light hot breath, the silent gesture, but like a thousand pounds slammed hard into my heart, half-unresponsive.

I ordered a cup of coffee and drank two mouthfuls in a row, the unsweetened coffee was really bitter, full of bitterness, I looked at her and asked, “How do you … plan to do it?”

Fiona Croix smiled and gazed out the window, nothing but endless desolation left in her once crystalline eyes, her thin body painful to look at.

[I signed.

From her feeble gestures and widowed look, one could tell just how hard it was for her at this point.

We were suddenly all silent.

After a long time, Fiona Croix gathered herself and forced a smile, [How have you been? Walker Richter didn’t find out the end, did he?

Walker Richter’s inscrutable eyes came to mind, along with the inexplicable words.

“I’m all right, he didn’t find out the end.”

[That’s good.] Fiona Croix breathed a sigh of relief and said with worry: [Alva, what do you want to do next? You can’t always stay in the Richter family with Bella Hill’s identity, no matter if the Richter family or the Hill family side noticed the clues, the consequences would be unimaginable, Bella Hill is held in the heart of the Hill family and is Walker Richter’s wife, have you suffered enough from her before? Bella Hill is held in high regard by the Hill family and is Walker Richter’s wife, have you suffered enough from her in the past?

It’s not that I haven’t thought about what Fiona Croix said.

“Bella Hill turned me into a ‘dead man’, there is no more ‘Alva Hill’ in the world, I can only stay as ‘Bella Hill ‘, I can only stay in the Richter family as ‘Bella Hill’,” I clenched my hands, a flash of hatred crossing my eyes, “Don’t worry about me, I have a measure, Bella Hill killed Ulysses Will and stole my child, that’s the child that I had with Ulysses Will’s child, is Ulysses Will’s only bloodline in this world, I have to find the child, to figure out who was the one who pretended to be my body back then, and why the Hill family people claimed the body and hastily organized the funeral.”

When I think of all the things Bella Hill did to me, the year of dark imprisonment, the pain of being separated from my child, the hatred in my heart can’t stop coming in like a tidal wave, swallowing up my entire sanity.

Fiona Croix pursed her lips and offered no further advice.

Eight o’clock in the evening.

Walker Richter picked me up and took me back to the Richter family’s old mansion, and all the way there, he was stoic, his eyes closed, and the car was so quiet that it made your heart grow fuzzy.

I stole a glance at him and saw that he kept his eyes closed, so I looked out the window.

The car slowly drove into the old house, which was a luxurious and beautiful castle like a palace, showing the status of the Richter family in the North City.

The car came to a stop and my eyes retracted from the lavish architecture as Walker Richter’s voice chilled in my ears, “Did you get the presents?”

I patted the bag in my hand, “Bought it.”

He got out of the car first and went into the lobby, and when I saw the birthday cake on the table, I realized that it was the fifth birthday of Miley, the daughter of Walker Richter’s older brother.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully I had bought a girl’s favorite gift.

The Richter family is all here, even Walker Richter’s sister Nancy Richter, who is far away, is back.

It was my first time at the Richter family’s old mansion, but Bella Hill wasn’t, so I suppressed my nerves and sat on the couch peeling fruit and listening to their small talk in a relaxed manner.

“Second Sister-in-law, it’s boring for everyone to sit around, I bought a piano for Miley, why don’t you and Miley play a song together? By the way, you can instruct Miley,” Nancy Richter suddenly suggested, scaring me so much that I almost changed my face.

Bella Hill was the daughter of a famous family with a twelfth-grade piano, but I was a halfway decent girl who had been living in exile for twenty years and had never touched a piano.

This touch of the piano is bound to reveal itself.

Nay Miley was so excited that she clapped her hands and said, “Yes, yes, I want to play a song with Auntie Two too.”

The Richter family emphasizes the development of their offspring, even five-year-old Miley has passed Grade 5 piano.

“Well …,” my mind spun, trying to find an excuse to avoid it, only to meet Walker Richter’s eyes.

He spoke faintly, “I haven’t heard you play in a long time either.”

That means you can’t even play a song tonight.