Chapter 209 The Biggest Secret
Pearl knew she could be a great secretary if she stuck with it, but she was too greedy—she wanted his love.
Staying together would only make things worse, wiping out even the faintest memories of their good times.
"Pearl," his voice was intense, though the meds were kicking in fast. His eyes locked onto hers. "Are you leaving me for Magee?"
Pearl didn't say a word but found the courage to touch his handsome face under his piercing gaze.
She searched his face, looking for traces of Magee, but he was Oscar, no longer the vibrant young man he once was.
She remembered Oscar's passion, how he had saved her from a thug, even though he got seriously hurt.
Pearl had once owed Oscar her life because he bled for her, but later, she saved his life too, so they were even.
She remembered everything about him clearly.
After middle school, she followed him to high school and then to college.
In Oscar's world, she was there for seven years, but in her world, Oscar had been there for fourteen.
It was a scorching afternoon.
The school had organized a play, and she had a role. Pearl always put in extra effort, arriving at the auditorium half an hour early.
Usually, she was the first to arrive, practicing her lines over and over.
That day, she smelled a strong scent of blood as soon as she walked in.
Feeling uneasy, she followed the scent to the dressing room where the school's costumes were stored.
Inside, she heard heavy breathing.
Terrified, she thought it was a thief and grabbed a baseball bat from behind the door.
As she pushed aside some clothes, she saw Oscar's face.
Seeing his pale face, she thought he might faint any second.
Pearl was shocked; he was lying there, covered in blood. Panicked, she quickly helped stop his bleeding.
He had been stabbed in the abdomen; the wound wasn't deep, but he could bleed to death.
As soon as she touched him, Oscar grabbed her arm with all his strength, his eyes closed from exhaustion, and weakly said, "Don't let anyone know!"
She didn't know how he got hurt.
But every time she saw him, he seemed to be wounded, and she knew he didn't want anyone to know what he was up to.
After all, this was a school; if someone got stabbed, it would be big news.
It would attract attention.
She listened to him, kept it a secret, and helped stop the bleeding.
He then passed out.
By noon, students would arrive for rehearsal, and this dressing room was usually empty unless there was an important performance.
The scent of blood was too strong. To cover it up, Pearl sprayed a lot of disinfectant in the auditorium.
During rehearsal, Pearl was still worried about him, her mind scattered, and the teacher scolded her several times.
After rehearsal, she ran to check on him, but Oscar was gone.
Even the bloodstains were gone.
It was like nothing had happened.
If it weren't for the red mark on her arm, Pearl would have thought it was a dream.
Magee was just a part of the past.
In her fantasies, he was nothing but a joke in the end.
Oscar could never be Magee again.
Pearl pulled herself out of her memories, looking into his eyes as he was about to lose consciousness. "Magee doesn't matter anymore. Right now, we're even."
But Pearl could never forget.
Oscar had once been a big deal to her.
Despite his resistance, he slipped into unconsciousness.
Pearl finished the last of her juice, clinking her glass with his wine glass one final time.
They parted ways amicably, right?
Before that, they had a nice meal together.
Before leaving, Pearl placed the divorce papers on the table.
Next to them were two tickets to Francina.
But those tickets weren't for Pearl and Oscar; they were for Oscar and Haley.
Pearl wanted to tell Oscar she was letting him go.
Francina, such a romantic place, was better suited for him and Haley.
With everything done, Pearl grabbed her luggage and left the house.
Tonight, there were no servants around.
Everything went smoothly.
The next day.
"Mr. Brown!"
"Mr. Brown, wake up!"
Oscar slowly came to, his head feeling like it was weighed down by a massive stone.
He held his forehead, his head aching, but he remembered Pearl cooking for him the day before.
Oscar stood up abruptly, his cold eyes scanning the now desolate surroundings, with no trace of Pearl.
"Mr. Brown, are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Harold asked worriedly, seeing his pale face.
Early in the morning, a servant had found Oscar asleep and couldn't wake him, so they called Harold.
Oscar hadn't forgotten Pearl's determined eyes, her resolve to leave him, even resorting to drugging him.
Oscar sat back down, letting out a cold laugh, "So she did this to leave me."
"Are you talking about Mrs. Brown? Has she really left?" Harold had already sensed it. Seeing Oscar's deep expression, he added, "I'll send someone to bring Mrs. Brown back immediately!"
"No need!" Oscar interrupted him.
Harold returned, seeing Oscar sitting in the chair, his face cold, his eyes distant and indifferent. He added, "Mr. Brown, you must have noticed Mrs. Brown's odd behavior. You walked into her trap on purpose yesterday, didn't you?"
Pearl wanted to leave and used such tactics.
At that moment, Oscar was also facilitating her departure.
Before, whenever she wanted to leave, as long as he objected, she wouldn't argue back.
This time, she used all her strength, clearly unwilling in her heart, yet she pretended in front of Oscar.
She was luring Oscar into a trap.
Oscar was also testing her, to see if she would be cruel to him.
The fact proved that Oscar willingly fell into her trap, and she held nothing back, which meant he had lost, lost completely.
Looking at the divorce papers on the table and those two tickets, he clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and stood up as if nothing had happened. "Tidy up here and go to the office!"
Harold, seeing Oscar not inquiring about Pearl, asked, "Mr. Brown, are you not going to do anything about it?"
Oscar gave him a cold look. "Didn't you hear me? Go to the office!"
Harold said no more.
Oscar freshened up, changed into a suit, and went to the office as usual, as if nothing had changed.
After Pearl left, it was as if she had never existed.
And so, many days passed peacefully.
Oscar had previously asked someone to investigate Pearl's whereabouts, and they had news.
"Mr. Brown, I've found out about Pearl's movements during those days."
Upon hearing this, Oscar felt even more irritated and said coldly, "There's no need to investigate now. I'm not interested in her!"
The person on the other end had spent a long time investigating and didn't want to leave it unresolved. They responsibly told him, "Understood, Mr. Brown, but I think you need to know this. It might be Pearl's biggest secret that she's been hiding from you."
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