Chapter 5: Dare to Be Angry but Not to Speak

Orville Quiller remained silent.

"President, you've always had a keen eye. What's your take on this?" Dennis Walkley took a few steps forward, then retreated.

"You've already tested her; don't do it again," Orville Quiller said succinctly.

Dennis Walkley realized that Orville Quiller also thought Evelyn Bert was a fool.

"I understand."

Dennis Walkley nodded in agreement and decided to find a chance later to apologize to Evelyn Bert.

Evelyn Bert was dragged into the bathroom and given a thorough wash. By the time she dried her hair and changed into clean clothes, Dennis Walkley was nowhere to be seen in the living room.

"Miss Fang, do you want to eat some fried dough sticks? If you do, I can make them for you," Aunt Lu asked, unsure if she still remembered the matter.

Evelyn Bert shook her head. "I don't want fried dough sticks. I want to eat small cakes."

"Alright, I'll make them for you."

Aunt Lu didn't bother to question why she had changed her mind so quickly. She rolled up her sleeves, washed her hands, and got to work in the kitchen.

Evelyn Bert saw the TV was on and grabbed the remote control, walking over to Orville Quiller. "Can you change it to 'Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf' for me, please?"

Orville Quiller turned a page of his magazine, as if he hadn't heard her.

"I, want to watch, help me," Evelyn Bert said more simply, tugging at his sleeve, thinking he might not have understood her.

Orville Quiller's gaze fell on her face, seeing her staring intently at him and gesturing. He silently took the remote control from her.

Evelyn Bert looked at the LCD screen, seeing the familiar scenes and music. She plopped down next to him and began singing along, "Don't look at me, I'm just a sheep~"

Orville Quiller's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

*Ding dong!*

There was a knock at the door. Aunt Lu, busy in the kitchen, poked her head out. "Miss Fang, can you open the door?"

Evelyn Bert understood this and replied, "Yes, I can do that." She ran past Orville Quiller, opened the door, and saw Rita Clare standing there with many nutritional supplements, dressed elegantly. Just as she was about to call out, Rita Clare hugged her tightly.

"My darling, my precious, Mom has missed you so much!"

Rita Clare embraced her, wiping away non-existent tears, looking overly dramatic.

"I..."

"Daughter, let's talk inside," Rita Clare hugged her, faked a few compliments, and dragged her in, closing the door behind them. "How did you sleep last night after marrying here? Did President Huo..."

Rita Clare's eyes shifted, noticing Orville Quiller, and abruptly changed her words, "Qingya, you're home too. I thought you were at work. I didn't expect you to be so considerate, staying home to accompany my daughter."

She pulled the hesitant Evelyn Bert to sit across from Orville Quiller, straightening her clothes, acting like a loving mother.

"Your daughter?" Orville Quiller seemed to find something amusing, "I didn't know your daughter suddenly became so... lively."

As he spoke, Evelyn Bert was already biting into a Keitt mango on the table, not lively but clearly ravenous.

"Don't eat that," Rita Clare, realizing the situation, snatched the mango and pinched her.

"Ouch!"

Evelyn Bert screamed, hiding behind Orville Quiller, pointing at Rita Clare, "She's a bad person, she's a bad person, she pinched me."

Orville Quiller's expression turned icy, his face darkening. "You pinched her?"

Feeling the sudden drop in temperature, Rita Clare regretted her actions.

"No, my nails are too long, I accidentally scratched her."

Rita Clare quickly explained, wondering if the fool had really shared a bed with Orville Quiller, which would explain his protective behavior.

"Is it true, what she said?" Orville Quiller narrowed his eyes dangerously, asking the woman clutching his sleeve.

Evelyn Bert moved back, showing her hand, "There are nail marks on my hand, it hurts, Aunt Clare is a mean woman."

She bared her teeth at Rita Clare, who almost lost her temper, "I said it wasn't intentional, what more do you want?"

Evelyn Bert dared not speak.

"Wait, Mrs. Fang, isn't she your daughter?" Orville Quiller seemed to have found the key point, his expression unreadable, "Why does your daughter call you Aunt Clare?"

He emphasized the word "Aunt Clare."

Rita Clare trembled, feeling as if struck by lightning, her heart racing, nearly fainting.

"She... she got used to calling me that when she was young, and hasn't changed it. She always calls me Aunt Clare, right, darling?"

Rita Clare, panicking, sought help from Evelyn Bert, but how could a fool understand her hints?

"Aunt Clare is my stepmother, Darling is Melissa Bert, I'm not her darling, I'm my mom's darling, my mom is dead."

Evelyn Bert chattered on, clapping happily, unaware of the gravity of the situation.

Rita Clare's face drained of color, "Enough, stop talking nonsense!"

"Mrs. Fang, is what she said true or false? I think I need to call Mr. Fang to confirm."

Orville Quiller picked up his phone, his slender fingers dialing. Rita Clare, sensing trouble, instinctively tried to grab the phone, but Orville Quiller's cold glare made her freeze.

The moment the call connected, Rita Clare fainted, collapsing onto the carpet.

"Aunt Clare, Aunt Clare, don't die!"

In panic, Evelyn Bert ran over, shaking her body, but couldn't wake her. Terrified, she cried, straddling Rita Clare and slapping her face with all her strength.

"...Stop, I'm awake..."

Rita Clare, in agony, could no longer pretend to be unconscious.

This little brat, was she doing this on purpose?

"Aunt Clare, you're awake, thank goodness!" Evelyn Bert, in tears, hugged her, hitting her back, "Thank heavens, you're awake, Aunt Clare, the call went through, will Dad come back soon?"

"Aunt Clare?" Orville Quiller, having finished the call, narrowed his eyes, "It seems you two are not mother and daughter after all."

Evelyn Bert nodded, about to agree, but Rita Clare, sensing danger, interrupted, "President Huo, she is my daughter, right?"