Chapter 53

Brandon's eyes flickered slightly, and he gently smiled while holding me, "Caroline, don't worry, I would never touch our child's money. Once the payment is settled in a few days, I'll transfer the money back."

Since he said that, I saw no need to argue further and just nodded slightly.

The next day, Brandon returned to work as usual, and I drove Brett to school in the morning. As I expected, Elora was not at the school gate.

You should know that she usually stands at the school gate, dressed beautifully, to send Jason to school, attracting the attention of the surrounding fathers and male teachers.

However, I saw Jason getting out of a car, the windows of which were covered with anti-peep film, but I inexplicably felt that someone inside was watching me.

I looked down at Jason, "Where's your mom, Elora?"

Jason's cute face and round eyes looked harmless.

"My mom is sick and resting now. Do you need something from her?"

Of course, I knew what was really going on with Elora, "Then tell Elora that Caroline wants to visit her and ask if she agrees."

Jason nodded and ran into the school with his little backpack.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a tug on my clothes. I looked down and saw it was Brett.

He looked up at me with his big eyes, cautiously saying, "Mom, can you stay away from Elora?"

I was taken aback and squatted down to look Brett in the eyes, "Why?"

Brett shook his head, "I just don't like their family, it's weird."

As he said this, Brett wrinkled his little nose slightly, looking very cute.

I patted his head, feeling a surge of emotion.

Children do have a sense of perception, perhaps even more sensitive than us adults in many ways.

I nodded, "Alright, if you don't want mom to interact with them, then mom will stay away from them."

Brett nodded happily and went into the school.

After watching him go in, I drove to Kathy's studio and arranged a meeting with the lawyer for three days later.

Kathy nodded, "Okay, I'll inform the lawyer to come a day earlier."

I thanked her and called Simon, asking him to compile a written report of my current situation. Given my circumstances, keeping documents at home would be like courting death.

After giving instructions, I drove back home.

Shirley was sitting on the couch watching TV. Seeing me return, she said, "Mrs. Jordan, did you drop Brett off at school?"

I nodded, putting down my coat and bag, "Did the kids cry?"

She shook her head, "I just checked on them, they're sleeping soundly in your room."

The reason I don't dare to leave the house for too long is because of this. Even though I'm worried about the kids being home alone, I don't trust leaving them with Shirley. After all, I don't know what Shirley might do.

I glanced at Shirley, who was lying on the couch, looking very relaxed, like a hostess.

I frowned but said nothing.

To destroy someone, you must first let them swell with pride. Clearly, the more Shirley acts like the hostess, the more satisfying it will be when her illusion is shattered. So why should I stop her?

I went to my room and, after confirming the kids were still asleep, took a nap myself.

Although I haven't been doing anything physically exhausting lately, I still feel very tired.

The main reason is probably the mental exhaustion from constantly outsmarting Brandon and Shirley. So, whenever I get the chance, I need to rest well.

In the evening, after waking up, Simon had sent me a message saying the documents were ready and he would deliver them to Kathy without involving me.

I felt relieved, knowing Simon and his team were very reliable.

Moreover, Simon is a very mysterious person. I know nothing about his past, but given the amount of information he can gather here, he must be someone of influence.

But that's a paradox. People of influence don't need to work as private detectives for money, making Simon's identity a mystery.

However, judging by his car and demeanor, he doesn't seem to lack money.

Maybe Simon works as a detective purely out of interest.

I got up and left the room.

Brandon was sitting on the couch looking at his phone, while Shirley was busy in the study.

Paula hadn't returned yet.

I went downstairs, and Brandon, seeing me, extended his arm, and I nestled into his embrace.

Although this act disgusted me, occasional intimate gestures would keep him from suspecting me.

"Brandon, you're back. How was work today? Was it smooth?"

Brandon brushed a strand of hair from my ear, a hint of irritation in his eyes, but he still said gently, "Smooth, very smooth. Just thinking of you and the kids at home gives me motivation."

I believed this. After all, he must have been thinking of me when he secretly mortgaged my property, which gave him even more drive.

"By the way, I ran into Elora's child, Jason, today. He said Elora is sick. Do you know what's going on? Should I visit her?"

"What's there to visit? Everyone gets sick. She'll be fine in a while."

Brandon's coldness shocked me because I knew Elora's illness was due to a miscarriage, yet Brandon didn't care at all.

To give an inappropriate example, if one day the kids and I were homeless, he probably wouldn't even glance at us.

This behavior only fueled my determination to take back everything with the kids. I couldn't let someone as selfish and cold as Brandon take care of my children.

"You can't say that. Some people have weak bodies, like me."

Brandon smiled without saying anything.

"By the way, I asked Jason his dad's name today. Guess what it is?"

Seeing his absent-minded look, I reminded him.

Brandon was startled and quickly looked up, "What did he say his dad's name is?"

The guilt in Brandon's eyes was obvious.

I shook my head, feeling very satisfied seeing him so scared, almost wanting to laugh. "He..."

I deliberately dragged out the word, making Brandon so anxious he was almost sweating, looking at me eagerly.

I slowly said, "He didn't tell me, so I don't know."

Brandon visibly sighed in relief, "Can you not pause like that when you talk? It makes me uncomfortable."

I laughed, "Are you uncomfortable in your heart or just hearing it?"

"I remember Jason calling you dad before."

Brandon impatiently frowned, "That was Jason being childish. How can you take that seriously?"

"If that's the case, I might have countless children."