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?” 

turned

women. Besides his job, his hobby and his greatest pride laid in his wine

bottle of wine in the cabinet

of the room. “I have something to do. so I‘ll take my leave now.”

that she

squatted down and stopped Braint from leaving. “You need to take

know what to say.

did he

Braint took out his phone and transferred ten thousand dollars

stared at Braint‘s

seemed to be preoccupied with

you transfer my allowance to

was brewing in

Demarion put his hands on his

I can use that money to buy a remote–controlled toy car!”

his legs elegantly as he said, “Daddy said he‘ll throw Eliza out of the house if I don‘t give him the money.” After that, he looked at Demarion sadly. “I don‘t really care about that. However, you won‘t be able to enjoy the food she cooks anymore.”

hesitated when he

as important

just too expensive.”

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

as he paced back and forth in the room

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

Eliza as ‘mommy‘ tomorrow? We can prompt

“When daddy is in love, I’m sure he‘ll be infatuated with Eliza, and he‘ll forget about all the money she owes

“It‘s settled then!” 

to fall in love with Eliza!

he saw 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, I‘ll go

splashing echoed from the kitchen. Eliza was now cleaning up the dishes.

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

with respect. As time went on, the Lawsons left all the household chores to Eliza. They didn‘t even bother

of helping around the house

“Come here.” 

of the kitchen and said, “You don‘t have to do anything. The housemaids will take care of the

sure she sat

Eliza grimly, “It‘s

drinking habits will drain both me and Demarion‘s allowance.” 6

lips

honest, I

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