Chapter 3
He looked at Rosalie. “Grandma, the doctor said that Priscilla already has my child. What’s there to test again? Even if you test it eight hundred times again, Caroline could never have my child. What happened that night was her plan to drug me. I always make her take birth control pills. So, even if you test it eight hundred times again, she won’t be able to conceive it!” “I’ve already decided, I’ll hold a wedding with Priscilla in three days from now. The rest of you, including Caroline, get out of here!” Mrs. Rosaline was so angry, pounding her cane on the floor. “Caroline is not the kind of person you said at all, that night was me.” I hurriedly interrupted her and smiled at Priscilla. “Ms. Priscilla, don’t joke. You’re my second brother’s sweetheart and my future second sister-in-law. How could I break you up?” “Caroline wishes both of you a hundred years of happiness and an early birth.” George was the second oldest in the Swallowell Family and had an older sister above him. When I was a kid, I always called him my brother. But only from the time I realised what I felt in my heart, I stopped calling him that. How silly I was at that time, thinking that as long as I didn’t call him my brother and didn’t become his childhood friend’s sister, I could become his woman. Probably hadn’t heard me address him like this for a long time, George’s eyes flashed with dismay, which was quickly replaced by indifference. “Count on your self-knowledge. Be respectful to Priscilla in the future.” He pulled Priscilla away. And the other ten concubines, no matter how reluctant they were, had to pack their bags and leave. Mrs. Rosaline was so angry that she poked the ground with her cane. “How could that vixen possibly be pregnant? There must be something fishy. Caroline, don’t worry, I will definitely find out the truth. George, this bastard, actually forced you to take birth control pills. I have to make him kneel and apologise to you.” It was only then that I realised that the private doctor had secretly told her long ago that Priscilla had had several abortions and might not be able to have children. It was not that Rosalie didn’t tell George, but he didn’t believe it at all. He still thought that I was the one who egged her on and threw dirty water on Priscilla. Seeing her defend me, I was moved. I held her hand. “Grandma, what happened that night was originally a mistake. Can’t you see? George only has Priscilla in his heart. Whether she can have children or not doesn’t matter. Forced love never lasts. Let it go.” “After so many years, I’m really tired. My parents arranged a childhood engagement for me before I was born. In three days, I’ll go abroad to get married, Grandma. Please, let me go.” I wasn’t surprised in the slightest that George would favour Priscilla. Back then, Priscilla rejected George’s proposal and went abroad to study because Rosalie had set me up with George. George drank for three days. When he sobered up, he was a changed man. He grabbed my chin, his eyes cold. “Caroline, don’t you like me? Then show me your sincerity.” George brought me back to the Swallowell Family. I thought he was finally willing to try and accept me, but I later realised that he was angry that Priscilla left him behind because of me. He actually wanted to get back at me. The former Drexel family’s daughter had degraded herself and fallen into his concubines, but she wasn’t the only one. In order to humiliate me, George brought back ten more women to the house, each of them looking a bit similar to Priscilla. He wanted me to serve them like a servant, calling them ‘sister’ and allowing them to call me by my nickname. He also let them boss me around and then laughed. “Caroline, your love is as cheap as you are as a person. I am George Swallowell, I don’t want lowly women.” He posted a photo of them kissing together on his social media, as if he was a playboy who lingered in the flowers, but I knew that he was doing it to piss off Priscilla.