Chaply 15
Chapter 15
What qualifications do you have to object, huh, Caleb?
The last three words were bitten particularly hard by Eleanor, as if reminding Carter of his identity at the moment.
“You talk about being a widow, my daughter has also been a widow for almost two years for your brother. You talk about suffering, my daughter has endured so much suffering. Even if we owe you more, my daughter has already paid off this debt.”
Moreover, if anyone were to oppose, it should be my daughter’s husband, your brother Carter, your uncle, or even a stranger with no relation to my daughter. What are you opposing for?
“No, no, I am Carter!”
“Boom!”
Another thunderous roar resounded, and the chaotic scene suddenly
fell silent!
Everyone looked at Carter in disbelief, their mouths hanging open in astonishment.
Did they hear wrong?
What was he just saying? Did he say he was Carter?
Damn it!
Freya on the side was shocked in place, even forgetting about her own
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aching stomach.
She didn’t care about anything else, she grabbed Carter’s hand and said, “Caleb, what are you talking about?”
Yeah, even if you want to keep your sister–in–law, you shouldn’t say such nonsense. Isn’t he afraid of his brother coming to find him at night?
“Yeah. Caleb, you really were confused!”
Eleanor looked at the person in front of her who was impatiently revealing their identity, and sneered.
What evidence do you have to prove that you are Carter? Everyone saw Carter’s body with their own eyes back then, and also saw his coffin being buried.
Yes, you can eat messily, but you can’t speak carelessly!
Caleb, you can’t joke about this kind of thing!
Carter stood still, his hands clenched into fists, his brow furrowed in confusion and struggle. After a while, he finally looked up again, his words firm and resolute.
I am Carter, not Caleb.
The person who died that year was my brother, not me.
Carter overestimated himself.
He had intended to wait until Freya’s child was born before revealing the truth.
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Now they are forcing his wife, his Helen, to leave him.
They approached step by step, catching him off guard and leaving him helpless.
He couldn’t lose Helen.
As for Freya, he had been with her for so many years, and had also given her a child. Even if she lost him in the future, she would still be able to live on strong.
“Boom!”
The thunder rumbled, followed closely by a downpour of heavy rain. Raindrops, like bullets, strung along the eaves of the house, falling intermittently and hitting the awning. The noisy rain made it difficult to hear the voice of the man in the crowd.
But Freya, who was right next to Carter, heard it loud and clear. Her mind went blank as if struck by lightning, and she shook her head in disbelief. taking a few steps back. The dull pain of her knee hitting the corner of the mahogany table made her stumble and fall to the ground.
Caleb, are you kidding?
For the past two years, the husband who used to embrace her every night, whispering words of love while repeatedly asking for her, now stood in the crowd, telling everyone with cold words the cruel truth.
He was not her husband at all, but her younger brother–in–law!
He was the husband of Helen, whom she detested the most!
She looked up at the man, trembling, and said, “Are you joking with me, aren’t you?”
Freya looked at Carter’s face, only to find it suddenly distorted and blurred in the light.
All the questions that had been puzzling her in her mind now have
answers.
He, who had a big change in personality and hobbies, who occasionally showed concern for the widowed Helen, even driving away the blind date candidates he introduced to Helen time and time again, he who looked affectionately at her in bed, but always seemed to be looking at another person through her, he who was always the first to rush to her when Helen was injured, he who drunkenly barged into. Helen’s room…
Everything finally had an answer at this moment.
The chandelier swayed in the pouring rain, and Freya finally let out a broken sob, then the sound grew louder, just like Helen’s cry two years ago when she found out her husband had “sacrificed“, miserable, desperate, and sorrowful.
The grief of losing her husband two years late finally hit her today.
Finally unable to withstand the blow, she rolled her eyes and passed out completely, and blood slowly flowed from under her, staining her white dress red bit by bit!
Blood, so much blood!
Someone had a miscarriage, quick, call a car!
