My Three Darlings by Anonymous

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 

Braint frowned. 

He turned his head in confusion. “Daddy‘s not the one behind this?” 

Last night, the butler had made sure that nobody was in the house except for Beau and Eliza. If Beau was not the culprit, then who was it? The butler harrumphed softly, “Braint, please come with me.” Braint gave Beau a suspicious look before jumping off the desk. Then, he followed the butler to the control room with surveillance cameras. 

In the control room. 

The butler searched for the footage of the corridors of the house yesterday. 

In the picture, Eliza, who wa 

p ped in a bath towel, stumbled out of the bedroom. 

She was so drunk she couldn‘t even figure out where she was heading. So, she kept turning around randomly in different directions. When she turned left, she hit a huge vase. When she turned right, she hit a decorative piece of furniture from beside. 

Eliza grimaced in pain, but she still insisted on screaming at a flowerpot located in the corridor. Under the high–definition camera, Braint could see Eliza‘s arms and legs clearly. They were bruised when she hit the flowerpot. Not far away, Beau in his pajamas, was looking at her coldly with his arms crossed. 

When Eliza finally stopped moving, he got up and carried her back to her room. 

Braint stared at the video with astonishment. 

When he saw the injuries on Eliza‘s body this morning, he thought that Beau had tortured her because he hated women. 

He didn‘t expect Eliza to hurt herself at all. 

He felt really disappointed in her. 

“Braint, as you can see, Mr. Valentine has nothing to do with her injuries.” 

The butler sighed, “She just got really drunk.” 

Braint pursed his lips and felt slightly embarrassed. 

However, he glanced sternly at Beau, who was standing at the door. “You are also to blame in this matter.” 

“Why were you just standing there when she was running around hurting herself?” 

Beau said indifferently, “Have you noticed that some of my wine collections in the cabinet downstairs are missing?” 

face turned pale.

Besides his job, his hobby and his greatest pride laid in his wine collections at home.

of wine in the cabinet

he stormed out of the room. “I have something to do. so I‘ll take my leave

say that she is ‘your

down and stopped Braint from leaving. “You need to take responsibility for what

didn‘t know what

did he extort money from

phone and transferred ten thousand dollars to Beau. “I‘ll pay you back by

Beau‘s hand off his shoulders and ran away. The butler stared at Braint‘s back in shock. “Sir, it looks like you married the

seemed to be preoccupied with something as he watched Braint

did you transfer my allowance

brewing in

on his waist and shouted,

me I can use that money to buy a

of the house if I don‘t give him the money.” After that, he

hesitated when he heard

as important as having delicious food to eat every day.

wine is just

worth of wine yesterday. We won‘t be able to pay off

back and forth in the room

worth hundreds of remote–controlled cars!” he thought. Suddenly, an idea flashed across his mind.

‘mommy‘ tomorrow? We can prompt

flashed across his face. He nodded confidently. “That makes sense.” “When daddy is in

“It‘s settled then!” 

for daddy to fall in love with

Demarion rushing to his desk, Braint said satisfactorily, “Since you always have a lot of weird ideas, I‘ll leave the task to you. Right now,

water splashing echoed from the kitchen. Eliza was

years ago, when Eliza realized that she wasn‘t part of the Lawson family anymore, she started doing chores around the

Presley and Riley still treated her with respect. As time went on, the Lawsons left all the household chores

habit of helping around

“Come here.” 

of the kitchen and said, “You don‘t have to do anything.

he pulled Eliza back to the sofa and made sure she sat down. “You shouldn‘t drink anymore

grimly, “It‘s not good for your

habits will drain both me and

her lips and saia

“To be honest, I don‘t really

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