Marriage With A Evil Heart

Another reason I can think of why Robert took Sherry’s advice and hid the baby is that Sherry would be an ideal scapegoat once things come out of the woodwork.

I never believed that Robert had real feelings for Sherry.

After all, Sherry’s status is that of a nanny in our family, and even if she is now dismissed, that label cannot be torn away. And I suspect that Robert’s complete trust in Sherry comes from that loyalty of Sherry’s.

Sherry is definitely his loyal stooge.

But, once the shit hit the fan, Robert could never have hesitated, and using Sherry as an article would have easily picked himself clean.

He’s a good calculator, except that plans don’t change as fast as they should, and Amelia, the idiot, not only didn’t have the composure to call the police, but also came out in a big way to sell herself short.

This makes Robert lose his mind again, become very passive, the child becomes a hot potato, he can’t even shake it off, no wonder he hesitates to make a choice, I think he should always be ready to break the boat.

In case the situation could not be reversed, he could turn around and easily escape without a moment’s hesitation. After all, the property that had been transferred away was enough for him to squander for several lifetimes!

Got it. It’s all coming together for me!

Alice scrutinized me and asked me tentatively, “Ma’am, you don’t really want to save the boy, do you?”

“Children are innocent, just like you were back then, do you think you were at fault? Is it right that that mistake was made by your father, but Sherry turned her anger on you and ruined your life?” I asked her rhetorically, taking advantage of the situation.

My rhetorical question worked; Alice visibly stiffened, but didn’t pick up on it.

“You were an innocent lay that year, and suffered an unwarranted death. And what about him? He was so young, he knew nothing and understood nothing, and her mother had no shame, but could he sway it?”

She tickled the corner of her lips and laughed silently.

“Alice, you tell me where he is?” I asked looking at Alice very pleadingly, “I can’t believe your sister is treating him kindly. Sherry is sick in her mind and you know it, you save him.”

I tried to lower my tone of voice, negotiating with her so that she wouldn’t get the impression that I had an arrogant attitude, and I was afraid that it might irritate her deeply hidden darkness.

And I know very well that in this case, I can’t be directly involved. If I were to tip off the police, there would be too much involved.

The halo in Alice’s eyes darkened and he asked me indifferently, “Ma’am, you really don’t hate these people? They took your things, slept with your husband, and robbed your company, and you haven’t thought about getting back at them?”

Alice’s words inexplicably stabbed at my heart.

We looked at each other and Alice added, “You really don’t care if Robert ignores you and you really don’t want to take back what’s yours?”

My eyes tightened for a moment as my heart skipped a beat, Alice’s words were a little too clear. Clear enough to make me feel that she came here to tell me about the baby for a purpose.

What’s she trying to do? To get me to turn Sherry in, or to test my boundaries? And why would she want to test my boundaries?

I collected myself and picked up where she left off, “Think, Medikit Inc is what I fought for, and I’m certainly not going to stand by and watch someone else take it.”

I said with certainty, however, the next second I collected my breath, “But honestly, it’s not all about me, and at the moment I don’t want my children to be harmed, I just want to minimize that harm!”

Alice looked over at me with mixed emotions in her eyes.

“That being said, Medikit Inc versus a child, the child would be more important to me. As for Medikit Inc … as long as I want, I can get back everything I have!” I was plain on the surface, but I was anxious on the inside.

Alice stood up suddenly and said faintly, “I should be getting back.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Alice!” I called out, thinking for a moment, and said, word for word, “You’re not like Sherry!”

She looked back at me very seriously, “Mrs. Brown, you have a good heart, but it doesn’t always do good!”

When she finished, she turned around without hesitation and walked away with a sense of righteousness, as if she had found some answer and was all at ease.

I slowly stood up, pinned in place, pondering what she meant by the words she had just dropped.