Chapter 4: Chapter Four: We Were Played by the Fang Family

She would naturally not agree if she were a normal person, but the problem was that she was playing the role of a fool. If she refused, wouldn't all her efforts over the years be in vain?

Evelyn Bert sighed.

Thinking about how she had been pretending for more than a decade, and had become so skilled at it, having weathered all kinds of storms, only to be suspected by Orville Quiller after so many years that she was just faking madness, it was simply surreal.

Despite this, now that she was married, she could only take things one step at a time.

The next morning, The Servant, who had prepared breakfast, saw Evelyn Bert coming down the stairs wearing a tattered and dirty wedding dress, heading straight for the dining table. The words "Young Madam" were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't bring herself to say them.

"Good morning!"

Evelyn Bert hurriedly greeted her, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"…Miss Fang, why are you still wearing this? Did you and Young Master sleep separately last night?"

Unable to ask such a direct question, The Servant opted for a more subtle approach.

"Mm, I slept alone. The bed is big and soft, I like it here, I don't want to go home."

Taking a sip of the corn porridge in her bowl, Evelyn Bert squinted her eyes with a look of happiness.

"Miss Fang, you…"

Even though she was slow to react, The Servant sensed something was off.

This Miss Fang was not as described; she seemed like an immature child.

Evelyn Bert, as if she hadn't heard her, continued to focus on her food.

"She's not Melissa Bert."

Orville Quiller's unique, calm, and magnetic voice came from upstairs. With Dennis Walkley's help, he used the specially designed elevator in the villa to come down.

The Servant, shocked by his words, looked at Evelyn Bert, "If she's not Miss Fang, then who is she?"

Orville Quiller came to sit opposite Evelyn Bert, his sharp eyes fixed on her, "She is Miss Fang, but she is not Melissa Bert."

His words left The Servant confused, "Young Master, what does this mean? I don't understand."

"The Servant, we’ve been tricked by the Fang family. She is the eldest daughter of the Fang family, but she is the daughter of Laurel Esther and Winfred Bert. She became like this after a high fever at the age of five. Melissa Bert didn't want to marry into our family, so they sent her instead."

Dennis Walkley, being more patient, explained. Last night, he had followed Orville Quiller's instructions and called someone to investigate Evelyn Bert's background.

Her mother, Laurel Esther, was known for her beauty in a small village. She married the poor boy Winfred Bert and gave birth to her. When Evelyn Bert was three, Winfred Bert left for work. At five, Evelyn Bert had a high fever and, without money for treatment, became mentally impaired. During this time, Winfred Bert never returned.

After ten years, Winfred Bert, now successful, returned with his new love, Rita Clare, and their daughter, Melissa Bert, who was only a year younger than Evelyn Bert. He brought a divorce agreement and declared that the children would be his. Unable to bear the blow, Laurel Esther committed suicide by jumping into a well.

Evelyn Bert was taken back to the Fang family, where she was constantly bullied. Being a simpleton, she couldn't distinguish between genuine care and malice, and was often tricked by Melissa Bert and Rita Clare. Now, she was even tricked into marrying here, happily enjoying the good food, unaware of what her future held.

Suddenly, Dennis Walkley felt quite sympathetic towards her.

"Isn't this a deceitful marriage?" The Servant wavered, nearly fainting from anger.

Dennis Walkley quickly supported her to a seat, "Calm down, it's not worth getting so upset over such people."

"You tell me, if the Fang family didn't want to marry their daughter off, they shouldn't have. How could they…?"

The Servant took a deep breath, looking at Evelyn Bert, who was still eating with gusto, feeling indignant.

"The Fang family wants both reputation and benefits. Marrying her off to us has no downsides for them."

Orville Quiller, as the party involved, remained surprisingly calm.

Seeing him like this, The Servant couldn't swallow her anger and decided to stand up for him, "No, this can't be left unresolved. I need to tell the old master and the old lady."

Using such a method to form a marriage alliance with the Huo family was clearly meant to be insulting.

"There's no need. Keep her here."

Orville Quiller stopped her.

The Servant paused, "Young Master, what do you mean?"

"What does a simpleton know? Our Huo family can afford to support her. Besides, given my condition, it's better to treat her kindly rather than let someone else come in and act superior."

Orville Quiller was very clear-headed about this.

The Servant looked at Evelyn Bert, who was eating and drinking, and her lips twitched.

Other than eating and drinking, she was indeed less troublesome. But such a deceitful marriage was a blatant disregard for the Huo family. Not telling the old master and the old lady, she couldn't accept it.

"I will personally tell Grandpa and Grandma later," Orville Quiller added, seeing her hesitation.

Seeing him so determined, The Servant had no objections, "Alright, I’ll listen to you."

Dennis Walkley, however, went to Evelyn Bert's side and, seeing her reaching for a fried dough stick, grabbed it first.

Evelyn Bert, angry and embarrassed, glared at him, "That's mine, give it back."

"Whoever grabs it first, gets it." Dennis Walkley's eyes flickered with a smug expression.

Evelyn Bert stared at him, pleading, "Please give it back, I’ll trade with you."

She pushed the half-drunk corn porridge in front of him, looking at him with clasped hands.

"That won't do, oh, I dropped it."

Dennis Walkley shouted, and the fried dough sticks fell onto the fluffy carpet.

He then looked at Evelyn Bert challengingly.

Without thinking, Evelyn Bert bent down and picked up the fried dough sticks, stuffing them into her mouth.

Dennis Walkley watched as her throat moved, clearly swallowing them.

Not only that, she also drank two sips of milk.

She was about to eat the remaining fried dough sticks when The Servant, unable to hold back, snatched them away, "Come with me to bathe and change clothes."

"Fried dough sticks," Evelyn Bert mumbled.

"I’ll make you new ones later." The Servant cleaned up the food on the floor and, ignoring her pouting, pulled her upstairs.

"It's over, she's really a simpleton. I feel guilty for bullying someone with the intelligence of a child. Will I be punished for this?"

Dennis Walkley slumped into a chair, filled with guilt and regret for testing her in such a despicable way.

"If you knew this, why did you do it?" Orville Quiller said with a thin smile, "Boring."

"She dared to pick up and eat food that fell on the ground. If she were faking, she wouldn't have been able to hold it in. She's so pitiful, I must apologize to her."

The more Dennis Walkley thought about it, the more he felt sorry.