Queen Revenge

Pretending to be sick?

That’s a move that’s definitely not going to be avoided.

To say that it won’t is even more self-defeating and self-defeating.

I was in a hurry and didn’t know what to do when a loud crackle suddenly came from the side room.

The maid exclaimed, “Why are you so clumsy, these teacups are limited edition, expensive.”

It turns out that the new nanny broke Mr. Richter’s mother’s favorite tea set.

The commotion in the side room attracted everyone’s attention, and I glanced at the fruit knife in my hand, and suddenly thought of a way to cut my hand with it, and the blood bubbled out instantly.

“Hiss!” I let out a deliberate cry of pain.

Miley turned around and saw it and let out an ouch, “Auntie Two, your hand is bleeding.”

Walker Richter’s eyes followed, and I pinched my bleeding finger and smiled, “It’s okay, just a small cut …”

Before the words were out of my mouth, there was suddenly an extra hand on my wrist, and without saying a word Walker Richter pulled me towards the stairs, and I was a little confused when I saw him pull the first aid kit out of the cupboard.

“Honey, it’s just a small injury, there’s no need …”

Walker Richter gave me a bemused look and I immediately stopped talking and watched as he rinsed the wound with hydrogen peroxide, sterilized it, and wrapped it in gauze.

A series of movements in one fell swoop.

Walker Richter’s movements were gentle and light, clearly cold like a block of ice, and even more so with a biting look of do not let anyone in, but this did not feel the least bit incongruous with his behavior just now.

After bandaging it, he grabbed my hand and looked at me meaningfully, “Looks like I won’t have the ears to hear you play the piano tonight.”

I always felt there was something in his words.

Those falcon-like eyes were like eagles in the night, sharp and straight to the heart.

I lowered my eyes and was about to say something when Walker Richter added, “It’s okay, come on.”

This is the rhythm of hiding from the first day, but not the fifteenth.

A chill ran down my back. Had Walker Richter found out what was going on?

Even supper was out of my mind because of Walker Richter’s remark, and after supper Mr. Richter’s mother offered to let us stay over at the old house.

Those few short hours were enough to make people scared, and if they stayed, something else might happen.

Fortunately, Walker Richter spoke up and declined, “No, I’ll stay with Bella back at Pear orchard.”

I breathed a secret sigh of relief.

Saying goodbye to the the Richter family people, I got into the car with Walker Richter, who had a little wine at the dinner table, was slightly red in the face, and closed his eyes to rest as soon as we got into the car.

That’s just what I wanted.

I was a little sleepy too, but with Walker Richter around, I couldn’t dare fall asleep, so I had to close my eyes and fake sleep to stay on high alert.

I don’t know how long it took, but Walker Richter woke up and adjusted his sitting position, and I took advantage of my fake sleep to move a little to the side to get the maximum distance from him.

I kept my eyes closed, and after another long moment of silence in the car, I then opened them and was about to see what Walker Richter was doing when I turned around and Walker Richter’s handsome features zoomed in front of me, startling me into sitting up straight with a jolt.

“Honey … what’s wrong?” I got a little tongue tied.

Walker Richter glanced behind my ear and dropped a bomb in the clouds, “That’s a nice red mole behind the ear.”

The words scared me straight away and I blanched.

Even though Bella Hill and I look exactly alike, there are still differences, for example, Bella Hill doesn’t have a red mole behind her ear, whereas I do.

Walker Richter and Bella Hill are husband and wife, and frankly, where on their bodies have they not been seen before?

Meeting Walker Richter’s deep eyes, I forced down my fear and said with a smile that didn’t move on my face, “This is a fake mole, if my husband likes it, I’ll go and get a few more some other day.”

“No, that’s fine.”

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I don’t know if Walker Richter suspected it or not, and the fact that he didn’t pursue it further gave me a sense of hijacking.

Back at Pear orchard, I was worried about how I was going to cope through the night when Walker Richter went straight into the other bedroom.

I was thankful to have dodged a bullet for the night and went downstairs for a drink of water when I overheard the servants talking.

The new nanny gossiped, “I just saw Mr. go back to his bedroom, the young lady has been in labor for such a long time, and the two of them even sleep in separate rooms.”

“What’s so unusual about that, the young lady married and the two have always slept in separate rooms.”

“Have been sleeping in separate rooms? Can’t be, the outside world rumors that the two people are very close ah, that little miss … is how to come?”

“The young lady married in with her belly, and after they were married, the young lady tried to go to Mr.’s bedroom many times, and guess what? They were all kicked out.”

Sleeping in separate rooms?

Walker Richter has been sleeping in a separate room from Bella Hill? And got kicked out?

Then why was Walker Richter in my room last night?

Also, how is it possible that Bella Hill married into THE Richter family in the first place with a baby.

More and more mysteries.

Walker Richter doesn’t treat Bella Hill well, and why does he want to marry her by name?

Was the concerned nervousness at the old mansion for show?

With a stomach full of doubts, I went back to my room, so sleepy that I fell asleep within a while after my body touched the bed.

The next day.

When I got up I realized that Walker Richter had been traveling again and I didn’t see anyone for the next few days.

I’m a lot more relaxed without Walker Richter around.

One more day of being ‘Bella Hill’ is one more day of danger.

There is not a single piece of information on the internet about the cliff fall that year, which has obviously been deliberately erased.

Naturally, I couldn’t ask anyone I knew well, so I had to take the bank card Walker Richter had given me and get a private investigator to help me find out about the fall off the cliff back then, and how Bella Hill had managed to hide it from the world and turn me into a ‘dead man’.

A few days had passed since the incident, and with no word from the private investigator, my mother, Jane Hasis, had come to my door instead.

I came back to the Hill family when I was twenty years old, and after only a year in the Hill family, I didn’t have much affection for my birth mother.

But Bella Hill is different.

Jane Hasis is the one who spoils Bella Hill.

As soon as Jane Hasis saw me, she looked like a mother and daughter, taking my hand and shushing me, “Bella, why are you all skinny, why don’t you know how to take care of yourself.”

Jane Hasis has a motherly love that I have never enjoyed, and even such commonplace affection I could only watch Bella Hill have from afar in the old days.

Bella Hill was the spoiled princess, and I took her cue and shrugged off Jane Hasis’s hand and sat across from her with a pillow of my own, saying in Bella Hill’s tone of voice, impatiently, “Mom, what are you doing here.”

Because it’s ‘Bella Hill’, even if I’m disrespectful, Jane Hasis doesn’t get angry, but rather more affectionate.

“You child, mom is thinking of you and came to see you.” Jane Hasis dismissed all the servants, sat next to me, and suddenly said with a serious expression, “Bella, I heard that recently someone was inquiring about Alva’s fall off the cliff back then, and the body wasn’t found back then, so do you think Alva will … still be alive? ”

Jane Hasis’ words made my head explode.

Wasn’t the ‘body’ found back then?

Why did Jane Hasis say she didn’t find it?

Did Jane Hasis know that the body wasn’t me?

If so, then why did THE Hill family confirm?