At that mont, despite her heart being filled with thoughts of Eric, Hannah found herself unexpectedly experiencing a sense of happiness while spending ti with Brandon.
Little did Hannah know, however, that her newfound happiness would soon be completely shattered.
"It’s good that you two are getting along. I’m feeling a bit tired, so I’ll head upstairs now," Brianna said, her weary expression causing Hannah so concern.
"Mom, is sothing wrong?" Hannah asked, worry lacing her voice.
"Nothing, I’m fine," Brianna replied, brushing off her concern as she climbed the stairs, leaving only a fleeting glimpse of her retreating figure.
"You should head ho now. My mom might just be really tired, so I’ll give her a massage," Hannah said to Brandon with a smile.
Brandon nodded. "You’re so thoughtful, Hannah. I’ll head out then."
They reluctantly said their goodbyes, and after Brandon left, Hannah went upstairs and knocked on Brianna’s door.
Brianna opened it, her face unusually pale.
"Mom, what’s wrong?"
Seeing Brianna in such a state, Hannah was shocked and quickly locked the door behind her.
Brianna sank into the sofa, leaning against it weakly. "All night long, I’ve been getting calls from Mrs. Jones, or receiving... text ssages."
"Text ssages?"
Judging by Brianna’s exhausted expression, whatever was in those ssages must have deeply disturbed her.
"Yes, a text from an unknown person. It said that Emily is living in the Y Complex in S City. Although it’s not a villa, the Y Complex is the most upscale residential area this year, with very strict entry requirents! I never imagined... that wretched father of yours bought two apartnts there and gave them both to her!"
Those apartnts must have cost at least seven or eight million altogether.
Hannah was utterly shocked, a deep-seated hatred flashing in her eyes. "Didn’t Dad say the Davis Group has been losing money every year? He even cut off our allowance, but he went ahead and bought two apartnts! The apartnts there aren’t cheap. I heard from a classmate that each one costs four or five million!"
The average size of those apartnts is around 200 square ters, making them perfect for successful middle-class professionals.
"Yes... the Davis Group has indeed been struggling financially, but I never expected him to be so generous! That Emily must be quite cunning. If we want to deal with her, we’ll have to give it our all!" Brianna said tiredly, despair clouding her eyes. "But... your father hasn’t co ho in several nights. He’s becoming more brazen, completely disregarding as his wife!"
Mrs. Jones’s phone calls had only deepened Robert’s resentnt towards Brianna, and now he didn’t even bother to keep up appearances.
Hannah quickly patted her mother’s back. "Mom, don’t be upset. We’ll figure sothing out. We can expose their scandal to the public!"
"If we do that, your father will hate us even more."
"It’s not like we can change the fact that he already hates us. In his eyes, we’re nothing but a curse on the Davis family!" Hannah said bitterly. "All the advertisents for Davis Group are given to others, and I haven’t been given a single opportunity! I’m his daughter, for goodness’ sake! Even if my scandals have embarrassed him, he didn’t give a chance at all!"
Hannah was filled with rage. After all, the Davis Group owned a print advertising company and a small film company that once made decent profits. But now, due to too many negative stories and fierce competition from larger companies, the Davis Group had been on a steady decline.
"Let calm down for a bit. I need to think of a way to deal with that shaless vixen!" Brianna muttered as she rubbed her temples, which were throbbing painfully.
Hannah sighed softly and quickly moved behind Brianna to give her a back massage.
Brianna felt a twinge of comfort. No matter how much of a scoundrel her husband had beco, she still had a caring daughter. Even though Hannah often caused trouble, in crucial monts, she still showed concern for her mother.
It wasn’t long before Brianna ca up with a plan: she would hire a private investigator to plant a listening device in Emily’s ho and capture secret footage of Robert coming and going from Emily’s apartnt. With solid evidence, Brianna believed that in the event of a divorce, she would have the upper hand and could secure a better settlent.
Brianna was no fool; she was preparing for the worst.
Through the conversations picked up by the listening device, Brianna discovered that Emily was pregnant—and that Robert was very invested in this child!
When she heard this, Brianna was so enraged she felt like her lungs would burst! Every day she endured Mrs. Jones’s harassnt and worried endlessly about her, while that wretched man was off enjoying himself with his mistress!
"Keep an eye on Emily! As soon as she leaves the complex, inform . I want to et her face-to-face!" Brianna fud. How could she swallow this humiliation? Even though her love for Robert had long since cooled, he was still her husband—the man she had held onto tightly for so many years!
And now, a young mistress had easily stolen him away. How could she remain calm?
Hannah was shocked. "Mom, you’re going to confront that woman? Do you have a plan to deal with her?"
"I’ll offer her money to make her leave!" Brianna’s chest heaved with barely contained rage, a sign of how much she was struggling to keep her composure.
Hannah shook her head, disapproving of her mother’s approach. "Mom, you don’t have any leverage. After all, Dad bought her two apartnts. Money might not be as tempting to her now! And she’s pregnant!"
"Ha! You think she truly loves your father? Don’t fool yourself. A woman like that is only after money! If I offer her enough, she’ll leave for sure!" Brianna said coldly.
"But..."
"No buts! I can’t endure this a mont longer! I, Brianna, have enjoyed a life of luxury for over a decade, and now I’m being overshadowed by this mistress. It’s utterly humiliating!" Brianna’s eyes blazed with venomous resentnt.
Hannah shook her head. "Mom, this is too risky. What if she’s setting a trap for you?"
The hatred in Brianna’s eyes deepened. Though she had risen to her current position as a forr mistress herself, she had no intention of sharing her man with another woman.
"Don’t worry. I’m not giving her any advance notice. I’ll wait until she’s out, then I’ll confront her!" Brianna wasn’t about to give Emily a chance to prepare.
Hannah tried to dissuade her mother again, but it was no use. Finally, she gave up. "Alright, since you’re so determined, I won’t argue anymore. But let co with you that day, okay?"
Brianna frowned slightly. "Fine, we’ll talk about it when the ti cos."
Once Brianna set her mind on sothing, she was determined to see it through. On Sunday morning, she received a call from the private investigator, informing her that Emily had gone out alone to shop, currently browsing children’s items.
Brianna imdiately set out, not bothering to wake Hannah, who was still asleep.
About twenty minutes later, she arrived at large shopping malls, so it usually attracted a lot of people.
However, it wasn’t too crowded in the early morning, which was likely why Emily chose this ti to go out.
Emily was in a store, carefully selecting baby clothes, her eyes full of tender affection—clearly a mother-to-be.
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