Chapter 1175:
“Mom, it is time for you to take your medicine,” Elsa said.
Bess couldn’t hide her irritation at Elsa’s antics. After all, she was the one who had invited Brenna here. “Elsa, come here for a minute. I have something to discuss with you.”
Elsa took her words seriously, thinking Bess had something important to say, and walked over.
With a perfectly straight face, Bess lied, “The doctor said we need to settle the bill. I don’t have money on me right now. Would you take care of it?”
Elsa didn’t hesitate. “Of course. Your grandmother’s health is most important. I’ll go pay right now.”
Grabbing her purse and phone, she hurried out of the room.
A sly smile crept across Bess’ face as she glanced at Brenna, pleased that her little plan had worked.
In fact, Brenna did not have much to say to Belen. After some brief pleasantries, she left.
Gracie followed Brenna out and called after her, “Wait a moment.”
Brenna stopped, turning to Gracie. “Do you have something to say to me?”
Suspicion colored Gracie’s voice as she confronted Brenna, saying, “Were you the one who let those mice loose in my office?”
Brenna couldn’t help but chuckle. “Seriously? Why would I waste my time on childish tricks like that? Don’t you think I have better things to do?”
Hands tightening into fists, Gracie shot Brenna a glare full of accusation. “If you didn’t do it, then who else could have done that? You are the only one in the company who dislikes me. I can’t think of anyone else.”
Each word seemed to wind her up further, the memory of the mice making her dread returning to her office.
Two days had passed since she’d last gone to the company to see Ethan. And Elsa’s calls to get him home had been ignored.
Brenna had no patience for baseless finger-pointing. “If you’re convinced it was me, then prove it. Otherwise, I have better things to do than stand here arguing with you pointlessly.”
With that, she turned on her heel and strode away, not bothering to look back.
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Irritation boiling over, Gracie chased after her, saying, “Did you tell Ethan not to go home? He hasn’t set foot in his home for days. His mother misses him.”
A cold, dismissive glance was all Brenna spared her. “Ethan’s a grown man—he doesn’t answer to me. Maybe he just doesn’t want to see you. If you moved out, he might go home.”
Just then, Bess also stepped out of the room and said, “Some people are just so shameless. Even when they are clearly unwanted, they still refuse to leave and keep hanging around other people’s homes, foolishly believing this will make them part of the family. The harder they hang on, the less welcome they become.”
Brenna stepped into the elevator, Bess quietly slipping in at her side.
Gracie stood outside the elevator doors. “What do you mean by that?”
Bess crossed her arms and leveled a direct stare at her. “Maybe if you stopped blaming everyone else for your own failures, you wouldn’t look so desperate. If I were in your shoes, I’d move out of Ethan’s home with my dignity intact before he stopped speaking to me altogether.”
A stunned look washed over Gracie. “Bess, why are you taking Brenna’s side? I’ve always treated you well. I even gave you presents.”
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