CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 168: BUT I’M YOUR WIFE

If possible, Stellan really wanted to keep the matter involving him hidden forever from Flora, but since she knows, he no longer needs to be cautious. In front of his wife, he can be more unscrupulous.

The rule in Country Y has always been that the President’s children cannot divorce.

Therefore, Arthur Bennett never thought about divorce or breaking this rule.

He has been working all along to make Flora pregnant. He needs Flora to give birth to a child, so the Palmer Family can be more useful to him in the future.

Flora’s fear that he might later kill her to marry the woman he likes is also something he has considered.

If the Palmer Family disobeys him in the future, Flora must die for him to legally marry into another wealthy family.

He thought Flora wouldn’t realize this, but little did he know that Flora had long sensed how she might be treated in the future.

The couple has their thoughts, and this marriage has withered even before it blossoms. Maintaining the appearance of peace is something they both need to do next.

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"Don’t cry, crying too much is bad for your health."

Upon hearing Grace Hughes’ words, Stellan cried even harder.

Her eyes had cried so much that they looked like walnuts, and her eyelids were swollen.

She could never believe the scene last night where Arthur Bennett personally ordered the forced miscarriage.

She originally thought this child would become a bargaining chip but didn’t expect it to be useless.

"He doesn’t care about this child at all."

"It’s us who underestimated him. He is Your Highness with countless eyes on him. If this child were born, it would definitely become a scandal, affecting his reputation and authority," Grace said softly, "Moreover, we overlooked the most realistic issue."

"What issue?"

"Flora has the capital to be his wife; she has the Palmer Corporation behind her. And you, can you bring him such benefits?"

"These things are too complicated; I don’t want to think about them," Stellan avoided, "Now my mind is in chaos; it’s unbearable. That was my first child, gone just like that."

"Don’t think too much; there will be many opportunities in the future."

"If he doesn’t want it, what’s the use even if there are opportunities?"

"He still likes you; otherwise, why would he be here with you all night after your miscarriage last night? You have to understand him and sympathize with his difficulties."

"I don’t know what he truly thinks," Stellan seemed drained of energy, "Grace, I want to go back to Ningham."

"Why go back to Ningham?"

"I want to visit my mom’s grave."

"Are you crazy?" Grace stopped her, "What if someone finds out?"

"Who would find out?" Stellan was indifferent, "I also want to see my dad."

"Should I go with you?"

"If you also want to go back, then let’s go together."

The two decided so, and took leave. Given Stellan’s identity as Arthur Bennett’s mistress, taking leave was quite easy.

Flying from Northriver to Ningham was quick.

At Autumn Fletcher’s grave, Stellan looked at her mother’s photo on the tombstone, eyes filled with hatred, "Mom, don’t worry, I will definitely avenge you and send Lucy Eaton to apologize to you."

Grace looked around, fearing to meet someone, and soon urged Stellan to leave.

In the car, she said, "Don’t meet at your house with your dad; meet outside instead. I’ll wander around and we’ll meet at the airport in the evening."

Stellan agreed.

...

Grace wandered around the pedestrian street and met Lucy Eaton coming out of a men’s store.

"What a coincidence."

Lucy acknowledged with a nod, "Indeed, a coincidence. Here to buy something?"

"Just strolling." She glanced at the nearby café, "Want to sit together?"

"Sure."

The two sat by the window seat, Grace inquired, "Is Mr. Green doing well recently?"

"Anyone seeing him can tell he’s full of energy."

"Seems like he’s having a good life."

"He appears to have no reason to be doing poorly; a famous entrepreneur, at the prime of his life, a beautiful young wife, and soon cute kids. Isn’t he a winner in life?"

Hearing this, Grace wished she could tear apart the wife mentioned.

"So long already, but still have had no chance to meet his beautiful young wife, truly a pity."

Seeing her angered, Lucy smiled sweetly, "If you’re eager to meet, I can help you, but you’ll need to tell me one thing."

Grace’s eyes lit up, "What is it?"

"Tell me Stellan’s whereabouts."

"I can tell you that, no problem," Grace found it worthwhile to exchange this information, "When can you help me meet Mrs. Green?"

"Come to Blossom Haven this evening."

"Then I need to cancel my flight ticket because I was supposed to take a flight back to Northriver in the evening."

Saying so, she took out her phone, Lucy’s gaze fell on her phone, and sure enough, she had a new one.

Since she found the tracking device failed, she had guessed this.

The reason for asking her to Blossom Haven and requiring her to reveal Stellan’s whereabouts was to reinstall a tracking device on her new phone.

After parting at the café, Lucy returned to Blossom Haven and called over recently hired maids from the past six months with Nathaniel Green.

Tall, short, lean, fat, all varieties.

"Young Madam, why did you call them over?"

"You’ll see in a moment." She carefully examined the dozen girls before picking a tall, upright one.

"You stay, the rest can go back."

The girl left behind was very tense, not knowing what to do.

"What’s your name?"

"My name is Aurora."

"This evening, pretend to be me, and have tea with your young master in the pavilion. I’ll give you a dress to change into, then do your makeup. You will receive double salary this month. Keep your mouth shut, and don’t reveal to anyone."

"I will."

"First, take a bath."

Aurora couldn’t contain her inner joy and quickly ran off.

Nathaniel realized something immediately, asking in a voice only the two could hear, "Is someone coming?"

"Grace Hughes."

"Her?"

"Yes, you arrange things nicely this evening. I need to tamper with her new phone."

Nathaniel nodded, "Understood."

Around six o’clock, Jacob Green drove back, hearing she planned to pretend to be couples with the maid for a while, Jacob frowned, "You’re using me."

"How is this using you? Honey, I need your cooperation. Since she badly wants to know who your wife is, let her see a glimpse."

"But my wife is you."

"Do you want her to know that now?"

Jacob turned his head aside, showing an unhappy expression.

Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck, affectionately rubbing his face, "Darling, please cooperate."