Sweet Divorce

Chapter 182 You Are Not A Brown

Her face was pale as milk when she realized that.

She fucked up.

Cursing silently, Euan gave Bruno a pleading look. “Bruno…”

“Don’t you dare you to touch me again!” Bruno scolded, his face dark.

The way Bruno turned back on her pissed Euan so much that she bit her lip so forcefully.

So you’re not going to help me? You this old asshole.

in such a dire situation, the pressure made her brain run faster so that she came up with a solution.

Bruno seldom talked about the Browns, but not never. He mentioned them once or twice in his cups.

He said that there was a Brown girl who gave up everything for a man and ended up disowned by the family. She remembered.

The girl’s name was…her name was….was Rita! She recalled.

That’s right! Rita!

No wonder she found Rita’s name familiar when she first heard it. But she could not remember where she heard it and so did not pay it much mind.

Now that she remembered, that fear she felt abated.

Rita was that useless girl in Bruno’s mouth. she thought.

She glared at Bruno in his seat, and muttered. “Didn't you say that that granddaughter of your sister’s is useless? You said that she only a bitch that thinks about men and has never done a stroke of work.

The Brown kicked her out, didn't they? What are you afraid of?”

She said those in a low voice, but loud enough for Rita to catch. She did it purposely.

And undoubtedly, Rita caught everything.

She gave Bruno a half-smile.

Useless!

Only a bitch!

Has never done a stroke of work!

Rita’s stare gave Bruno chills, he almost got on his knees.

Damn you! Euan! You stupid woman!

She’s going to ruin me.

“What a coward you are? She’s just a bitch, do you have to be so afraid?” Euan nudged at him. “Bru…”

“You are a bitch! Your filthy mouth fouls the room now!”

Bruno could no longer stand her. He stood up abruptly and slapped her right in the face. “Cut the crap. I never said those things!”

Bang!

Euan fell flat on the floor, blood trickling from her mouth.

Holding her cheek, she glared up at the man above her. “You slap me?! You son of a bitch!”

Bruno never hit Euan once in the past fifteen years.

Today was the first time.

Looking at Euan lying on the floor, all tears, Bruno twitched his mouth. “So what I slap you. Be grateful that I didn't pluck that filthy tongue of yours out.”

I could lose everything for what you had said.

Shouldn’t I hit you?

“Get out!” he pointed at the door.

He groaned so loud. Euan knew better than to keep nagging him when he was this mad.

Bruno was a long term source of money for her after all.

She crawled up bitterly, heading outside, her face dark.

“Wait.” Rita blurted.

Her sudden interference tensed Bruno. What does she want?

Glancing over the swell on Euan’s face, she laid her eyes on Bruno. “Uncle, I got a tricky problem to deal with, it’s about the company’s rep. Now that you are here, I think maybe I could use your counsel. So I can decide whether I should call the police or handle this in private.”

Rita lost Bruno with the change of subject.

Bruno managed a smile after brooding for a few seconds. “Thought I ‘m not good a running at company, I think I can help you with my experience. Tell me, what is the problem?”

“I think it would be better that you see it yourself.”

She plucked her phone out, played a video and passed it to Bruno.

Smiling, Bruno took the phone and watched the clip.

“Thomas, don’t be so stubborn. If you please me, I’ll give you the money you want, and make you the new manger.”

In the clip, Euan ran her hands all over Thomas.

Thomas shoved her away, but she was unyielding. “Come on, Thomas.”

Bruno’s face sagged immediately as he heard all these.

“Thomas, after I got the money and shares from that old punk Bruno, I’ll be all yours. How’d you like that? So…would you like to share all that money with me?”

Bruno’s hands clenched when Euan told Thomas she was using Bruno, his eyes were in death.

The video kept playing, Euan snapped the phone out of Bruno’s hand and threw it on the ground. “That, that isn’t me. Someone’s trying to set me up.”

Clink,clang…

Rita’s phone became a small pile of scrapes.

But Euan could not care less about that. Hurriedly, she just grabbed Bruno ‘s hand while trying to explain. “Bruno, you gotta trust me, that is not me.”

That is not her?

Bruno felt like he heard the most hilarious joke in the world.

Actually, he had heard about Euan’s infidelities, but he just kept silent for his son’s sake. But it never occurred to him that she wanted to con him for his money and flee away to enjoy life with some younger man.

She stepped his bottom line.

Bruno could’ve broken her legs and arms if Rita was not here today.

Gritting his teeth, he looked down indifferently on Euan squatting before him, “Mrs. Euan. Bravo.”

“Bruno, please, let me explain.”

“Shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear anything coming out from your mouth now.”

Euan wanted to persist, but Bruno gave her a look of loath.

“So, uncle, what do you think I should do with Mrs. Euan.” Rita asked.

Bruno paused for a d=few seconds, and the replied. “Call the police, and the fire her.” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“But, it seems like Mrs. Euan and you are on good terms, would that all right?” Rita chewed her lips, acting like she’s hesitant about this.

Bruno kicked Euan away and headed toward the door. “You mistake this, Rita. I have nothing to do with this slut. Just do what you have to do.”

Bruno took his leave after that.

He’s resolute to cut everything clean with Euan today.

And Euan, of course, understood what Bruno was thinking.

Losing her source of money and the prospect of being in jail shrunk Euan. She sagged down on the floor.

Rita called the police then since Bruno approved.

There was a commotion in the store when the police came to arrest Euan.

“I thought Euan was supported by an investor, how come she still got arrested?” Zofia asked.

“Who knows?” another clerk said, “but no matter what has happened, one thing is for sure. The new girl, nah, the new manager is tough.”

“True.” Zofia nodded her agreement, and then laughed brightly. “We don’t have to work under the shadow of Euan anymore.”

“We don’t now.”

Thomas heard the clerks’ conversation and what Zofia said resonated with him.

It’s a brand new start for the store now. From now on, there would be more sales, and mush less guiles in this store.

Thomas was relieved.

And they had only one person to thank for this. Rita.

Thomas peered at the girl standing beside him, admiration and gratitude in his eyes.

Rita’s management on the store went smoothly after Euan was gone.

On the weekend, she invited her parents to eat outside to have some family time with them.

She missed them so much.

She got to the venue early, and when the door of the dinning room opened, she relished.

She stood up quickly. “Dad, mom, I missed you so much…”

But her smile collapsed when she saw who the comer really was.

“How are you doing recently, Rita?” Amelia said s she entered with her crouch.

Silence.

Amelia had been calling these day, but Rita never answered

She thought if she made her stand clear, Amelia would gave up trying to persuade her to forgive Charlotte.

But she never thought that Amelia would come here to find her.

She could only confront her now.

Rita ignored Amelia’s question since she did not really mean to care for her anyway. Rita said solemnly. “Grandma, I assume you did no to come to ask me that, did you?”

“Rita, Charlotte, your sister, she’s sick. She lost pounds in just a few days…” Amelia said in a tremulous voice. “Please, I beg you, Rita. Let go of Charlotte.”

“Isn’t that what you want, you can bail her out for hospital if she gets sick. Why did you come to beg me now that you already have a solution?” Rita asked in a mocking tone.

Amelia averted her eyes from Rita’s stare, lowering her head slightly. “Liam told the prison that Charlotte can only get out when she’s dead.”

For an instant Rita froze.

She didn't expect Liam to get involved in this, And less would she expect Liam, cold as he had been, would be so considerate to her.

It was then when Rita realized that Liam had done so much for her without letting her know.

As she drifted off, Amelia knelt down before her suddenly. “Rita, I beg you, please let Charlotte go.”

Amelia was proud, she never yielded to anyone.

Now, for Charlotte, she knelt down in front of her granddaughter.

Rita paused at the sight of Amelia keeling in front of her, and soon bitterness filled her. “Grandma, we’re both your granddaughter, but I feel like I’m just a piece of shit to you.”

Amelia chewed her lip, the expression in her eyes was complex.

Rita took Amelia’s silence as admission.

Her heart ached exquisitely at that moment.

“Why?” She asked, red-eyed.

“I…”

“Because you are not a Brown.”

Michael came in and finished. “You are not a Brown, so she treats you and Charlotte differently.”

That was a bolt from the blue, Rita’s head was blank. “What… what did you say? I’m not a Brown?”

Then who is she?

Who is she?

Michael threw a few pages of paper and photos before Rita. “They’ll tell everything you want to know.”