All Chapters of My Secret, My Stepbrother : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ISABEL "Will he be fine, doctor?" Mavis had invited Mr Mulan's personal doctor to come over, and fortunately, he arrived just in time. We had helped him settle into his room. The doctor was a middle-aged man who stood about 5'10" with a slight paunch around his midsection. His silver hair was thinning at the top, combed over to one side, and his wire-rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose. He wore a crisp white coat with a stethoscope draped around his neck, and his shirt a deep blue. The doctor's expression turned somber as he explained, "Your father's slumped posture is likely due to shock or stress," He paused, choosing his words carefully, "This kind of emotional shock can lead to vasovagal syncope, as the body's vagus nerve is triggered." The doctor's voice took on a gentle tone, "To help him recover, it's essential to provide emotional support and a calm environment." Meanwhile, Mom's soft murmurs filled the room, she was meditating on prayers. Her eyes

ISABEL "Aren't you thrilled about my marriage to your mom?" my stepfather asked in a manner suggesting that he felt I might be against their union. "I am happy," I replied, sounding sincere. "You two make a great couple."He nodded, seeming to accept my response. "Good. Then why are you trying to drive a wedge between us?""Oops!" Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, my mind raced with possible replies but none was deemed fit. "I remember how I once shared how your mom had left me before. You have no idea what it took me to convince her and bring her back. Now, I realize she had her reasons for leaving. And she has kept them from me."I lowered my gaze, "Forgive me, father. I'll always call you father, because you've been a father to me, and I cherish the love you've shown me. Please forgive me and Mavis." I was struggling to process my emotions.My stepfather sighed, and calmly asked, "So, you're really carrying my grandchild?"I nodded, still tearful, "Yes, father. I'm sorry I didn

ISABEL "The truth is, he captivates me even until now. I've always imagined him as a husband never as a stepbrother," I choked on my words as emotions attempted to overwhelm me. Mom opened her arms wide, inviting me into her bosom. "Come here, dear," she said. "I want you to be happy and fulfilled. I know you ran away because of Estelle's lies, which Mavis believed. If not for that, you would have stayed and claimed him as yours." I nodded because her words were true, "I'd always wished he wasn't my stepbrother, Mom" I admitted, my voice muffled against her shoulder. "But I can't wish that he had chosen a different path to be with me because if he had, you wouldn't be with Mr. Mulan." Mom held me tighter. When she had released me, her face lit up with a broad smile. "Anyway, for peace to reign and for everyone to be content, we've decided to let go of the past. We're free to choose what makes us happy, as long as it doesn't come between us. And that's why...," she paused for a mom

Third Person POV In a luxurious Beverly Hills setting, a lawyer exchanged warm pleasantries with the soon-to-be-wed couple, Mavis and Isabel, before grasping his briefcase. "Thank you for having me Mr and Mrs Mavis," he said with a bow, and Mavis shook hands with him in appreciation. "Thank you, Sir, for coming around." With a smile, the lawyer nodded at them. "I'll arrange for the statutory wedding in a day. Have a beautiful day together." "Thank you," Mavis and Isabel chimed in unison. Isabel's pregnancy had been causing her discomfort and mobility issues since it became more pronounced, making everyday tasks a challenge. Some things, like using the restroom, required personal attention that a maid couldn't provide. This was why Mavis had been staying home to assist with her daily needs and to help her get around. Isabel's mother had accompanied her to Mavis' house when they moved in two days ago. She returned the next day to make arrangements for Isabel's postnatal c

Third Person POV Bennett's gaze was riveted on the sentences displayed on the card: "...for the Midtown Group." The logo accompanying the text seemed familiar. Mavis, oblivious to Bennett's sudden fascination, stood upright and said, "Alright, let me get a maid to show Estelle to her quarters." "I'll be with you shortly," he added, but Bennett's attention remained fixed on the identity card as he retreated. Bennett sat there, astonished, her mind reeling with possible interpretations of what she had just seen around Mavis' neck. Isabel called her name for the third time, snapping her back to reality. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I was just... umm..." Bennett stuttered. "What's wrong?" Isabel asked, noticing Bennett's distraction. "Your husband-to-be..." Bennett started, trying to form a coherent sentence. "Yes, what about him?" Isabel asked, becoming interested in her weird reaction. "Where does he work?" Bennett inquired. "Nowhere, currently. I told you, he's living off h