Chapter 591: Brade Threatens Betty to Get an Abortion
"Richard, Come home with me and Aleah. Whatever you forgot, we got you covered," Sophia pleaded, trying to get him to leave.
Richard shook his head stubbornly. "Nah, I gotta go back. Betty said she's my wife."
Sophia's face was full of worry. "Rich, she's lying. Don't fall for it."
Aleah, looking just as freaked out, grabbed his wrist tight. "Richard, don't go back. Trust me, Betty's a scammer. She's playing you; she's bad news."
Richard stood there, torn, not saying a word for what felt like forever.
"Get in the car," Sophia signaled Aleah to drag Richard into the car, not giving him a chance to go back.
Meanwhile, at her place, Betty was on the couch, eyes darting between the clock and the door. She'd given Richard until midnight; if he didn't show, she was done.
"Madam," one of the bodyguards said, looking jittery.
Betty had forbidden them from contacting Richard or going out to find him, and it was almost midnight. Still no sign of him.
"Madam, it's 11:30. What if something happened?" The bodyguards exchanged worried looks, trying to buy Richard some time. "How about Ryder and I go look for him?"
"Yeah, let's find him. Richard's been slow since the amnesia; we should help him out."
"Anyone who leaves is fired," Betty snapped, not even sure what she was mad about.
They exchanged glances, too scared to move.
Where else could they get paid this well? They felt bad for Richard but didn't dare defy Betty.
Betty kept her eyes on the clock. "He's got twenty minutes left."
"Madam, Richard really has amnesia. Can't you cut him some slack?"
"No," Betty said firmly, her voice cracking a bit.
It wasn't that she couldn't give Richard another chance; she was just terrified. Scared of losing him, her palms were sweaty, and her eyes were red. The last twenty minutes were really for her own sanity.
"Madam, someone's here," the housekeeper rushed in, looking worried. "It's that guy Brade. I didn't let him in."
Betty's cold eyes flicked to the door. Brade had shown up fast.
But it made sense. He and Sophia were in on this together. Sophia had set it all up, and Brade was definitely part of it.
Brade ran a shady operation in places like Northern Myenmar, specializing in making people lose their memory and become obedient—real nasty stuff.
"Let him in," Betty said, her voice low.
The bodyguards stepped forward, looking tense. "Madam!"
Brade was dangerous.
"All of you, out," Betty ordered the bodyguards to leave.
They were nervous but had no choice; they had to guard the door.
Betty needed to know what Brade was planning.
"I heard someone ditched you today, ran off with his first love?" Brade smirked as he walked in.
Betty glared at him. "Got nothing better to do than stir the pot?"
Brade wasn't fazed, knowing Betty's sharp tongue. He walked over and grabbed her chin. "One day, I'll shut that venomous mouth of yours."
Betty raised her hand, and the sharp fruit knife in it slashed across Brade's wrist, blood instantly flowing.
Brade scowled, glancing at the blood on his wrist. The cut wasn't deep, but it stung. "You."
Betty smirked. "One day, I'll chop off your hands."
Brade lowered his eyes and grinned. "Betty, you're such a hardass, but you still wanna keep Richard? Once a cheater, always a cheater. You should just divorce him."
"My business with my husband is none of your damn concern. Who do you think you are?" Betty leaned back on the couch. "Why don't you man up and get to the point?"
Brade was fuming. He knew coming here would piss him off, but he couldn't help wanting to see her.
"You should abort your kid," Brade said, sitting down like he was negotiating a deal.
"Are you out of your mind?" Betty shot him a look.
"Aleah won't let Richard go that easy. She's his first love; they've got history. You really think he would come back tonight even if he is not here yet? They've already hit up a hotel." Brade showed Betty some evidence.
Betty's hands clenched tight, but she stayed silent.
"If Richard cheats on you, will you still want him? Betty, no one knows you better than I do. You find it dirty and disgusting. You were with my brother for ages, and you never let him touch you 'cause you thought he was filthy. Too many women around him, right?"
Betty's face went pale, and she gritted her teeth. "Brade, why don't you just drop dead? My life would be so much better."
Brade looked at her. "I can give you a good life while I'm alive. My brother could, Richard could, why can't I?"
"Because you make me sick." Betty sneered.
"Betty, at least I've never touched any woman but you," Brade said, pissed.
"Don't flatter yourself. If you bring that up again, I'll kill you," Betty said, stabbing the fruit knife between Brade's legs.
Brade's face turned white as a sheet. He instinctively spread his legs, seeing the knife stuck in the couch between them.
He let out a breath and rubbed his forehead. "You're really nuts."
Betty stayed silent.
"Sure, even if you're cool with Richard being with Aleah. What about Richard? Won't he hate you after falling for her again? Think about what you went through during that year of kidnapping, the details, and what happened between us. What would Richard think of you if he knew?" Brade was pushing her buttons.
Betty lost it and grabbed Brade's neck. "Say it again, and I'll kill you."
Brade leaned back on the couch, letting her choke him, a smile in his eyes. "Betty, I told you back then, you can't escape. You'll never escape my control in this lifetime."
"It's midnight. He's not coming back," Brade reminded her. It was late; Richard wasn't coming back.
Betty stood up, despair washing over her, her stomach cramping, making her face pale.
She looked at the time. It was 11:58 p.m.
Richard wasn't coming back.
"Madam!"
"Madam! Richard, Richard is back!"
The bodyguards rushed in, pointing outside. "Richard is back."
Brade's face darkened. How did that useless Aleah let Richard come back now?
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