Semua Bab Lost Her To My Brother : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Within Fredrick Camfrey's mansion, Emilia sat at the dining table, her head in her palms. It had been a week, and so much had happened within the mansion. The servants stood at the back, just staring at the gloomy nature of their mistress. She had barely eaten; her days had been nothing but a nightmare. The powerful man she once knew was now a shadow of himself. Fredrick stayed in the comfort of their room, but nothing was comforting within him.Dark took control most of the time. Emilia felt tired—she was exhausted—and her eyes carried dark circles, but it had nothing to do with the state of her husband and everything to do with the pain he was going through. Emilia wished she knew more. She desperately wanted to help, but him closing up on her gave her little to work with. Lina approached her from behind, placing a bowl of fruits before her. Emilia turned, her eyes lingering on Lina longer than they should.“What’s wrong?” Lina asked, pulling out a seat.Emilia sighed, pushing the b

The night was still, but not the heart of everyone. Mrs. Camfrey was still pacing around her room, sleep far from her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to lie down or be still—not when her only son was out in the night with no way of reaching him. Mark was the type to stay out late, but with his phone turned off and his car parked in the mansion… She knew her son so well—that’s to say, better than anyone else.Mark would never give up a chance to flaunt the little he had, and leaving his car at home was not an option. The mansion was a mess. Alpha Rey Camfrey couldn't care less about his useless and unproductive son. To him, it was just another tantrum of his, and he would eventually return before the sun came down. He couldn’t be bothered and retired early to bed, but Mrs. Camfrey couldn’t be more careless. She knew what her son was made of, and this was not one of them.“Have you tried calling his secretary? What about the driver at the office?” she asked, but every response was nega

It had been days, but there was no improvement in their condition. Mrs. Camfrey did not know what was holding her husband back from talking to his adopted son about their misery. She could barely keep count of how many days had gone by. Her body was in pain—her legs and hands, every part of her, hurt. She barely ate, despite the delicious food brought every time.It was clear Fredrick would not poison them to die so easily—he wanted them to suffer—and the break of every day brought about a new form of torture.“Mark,” she called out, reaching for her son, who lay on the floor with no energy to stand on his own. His legs and hands carried chain wounds and cuts from the beatings, and his ribs were fractured, if not broken, from the punches.“What will it take for him to kill us already… I am tired. I can't take it anymore,” Mark lamented, and every word of his broke through her heart like a two-edged blade. Nothing hurt more than seeing her son so down and helpless.The door opened, sen

Mrs. Camfrey stood rooted to the floor. “I don’t know,” she replied steadily. “I was only a teenager when I met him, and he was gone before I knew what was happening.”Mr. Camfrey sat down with a thousand thoughts in his mind. He did not want this to be out in public but was rather scared of what the secret would bring.“Can you not tell everyone? I know I was wrong to hide it to begin with, but please… don’t shame me before the world. Don’t let the world judge me for my past mistakes.”Alpha Camfrey laughed. This was the same person who had used the past of another woman to judge a child who knew nothing of his past. Not only had they held conferences, but they had also made such reporters follow Fredrick and his wife to every location.“Aren’t you scared of being tagged a hypocrite? Just a few weeks ago, you had been the one parading the story of Fredrick’s past, and now you do not want the same to be done to you… You’re ridiculous.”He stood up and walked out. There was nothing mor

Clair smiled, walking over to Alan. “Hey… I didn't think you would be home by this time,” she said happily, but Alan did not share in her happiness. They'd been friends for as long as he could remember.“I think I should be the one asking that. Why are you here at such an hour of the night? Won't you go back home?” Clair chuckled, pulling out a seat for herself.“Oh, please spare me the details, Alan. Don’t act like you do not know I am not married to your father. This is home. Where else should I be?” Alan clenched his fists on both sides. Clair went ahead to dig into her meal like nothing was happening.“I only married your father; get over it. It’s not like I killed someone,” she said dismissively. Alan scoffed. Certainly, she did not kill anyone, but she just destroyed a home.“Fine, it’s not like I can send you away. You’re my father’s concubine, a mistress. Clair, you just destroyed a home, and you’re now dragging a man with another woman who is old enough to be your mother. I d