Read Married by Mistake Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife [by Sixteenth Child] Chapter 1655 – Shirley paused abruptly in the middle of drinking her wine.
She could still remember it clearly.
Carter mentioning this inevitably brought about feelings of apprehension in her.
“Carter, why did you mention Ryan suddenly? Unless… Unless Eveline noticed something?” Shirley asked very cautiously, lacking confidence in fear of provoking Carter.
A sneer appeared on Carter’s icy face. “She wouldn’t have thanked me just now for saving her life if she knew.”
Shirley quietly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.
“He was digging his own grave.” Carter’s eyes were full of contempt. “He’d debase himself in such a manner for a woman.”
“Carter, w-would you?” Shirley probed, her eyes were filled with both anticipation and apprehension.
Carter looked at her coldly. “Would I what? Would I forget what I should be doing because of you or any other women?”
“…” Shirley’s heart turned cold seeing Carte’s cold gaze, but this answer was to be expected.
She had known Carter for years. Not merely for a year or two, nor three to five, but eighteen years.
Despite being five years older than Carter, she was helplessly within the grasp of the man who could have been her younger brother.
Now that she thought about it, was it because, when she had wandered the streets in hunger and ragged clothes, abandoned by her parents, this man had gotten out of the car, handed her a piece of hot cheesecake, and then said, “Do you want to come home with me?”
She had no home at the time.
Her parents were remarkable medical scientists, who possessed superb IQ and skills.
Smart and a fast learner since young, she became very accomplished in the field of medicine. She had regarded her parents as role models, and she had even dreamt of becoming a medical scientist like them.
However, she was disliked by her biological parents, suffering from their son preference (TN: Son preference refers to the gender bias or belief that boys held more value than girls. For more details, please look up son preference on Wikipedia). Her parents only had eyes for her brother, Adam.
Unwilling to be forgotten and ignored this way, when she turned fifteen, she skipped class and school, wandering on the path of homelessness.
To survive, she had stolen food from the supermarket and money when nobody noticed. When she did get caught, she would suffer a beating and scolding. Other times, she would be dragged to the police station.
Since she was still young, each time only resulted in a lecture; she did not need to bear any substantial legal responsibility.
After suffering through hardships and the bitter cold, she then learned the bliss of feeling cherished and warm.
When she had needed food and a bed to sleep in the most, Carter had given her delicious food and luxurious lodging beyond that of ordinary people.
For ten years, she had stayed with Carter as a study companion.
She had stayed until he went to university and graduated, becoming a psychologist and a professor in the academic field of hypnosis, where he stood at the pinnacle of glory.
Meanwhile, she had overturned her original dream. She had become a vicious woman who only harmed others, never saving them.
Of course, every command had come from Carter.
Carter’s goal was to take the throne of St. Piaf. He was not satisfied with the status of a mere viscount.
In this regard, she had already seen through Carter’s ambition and desire for years.
With an extremely cold and indifferent personality, he rarely smiled. His face was perpetually like an iceberg, devoid of any expression of joy.
She sometimes wondered if Carter was indeed such a cold-blooded and ruthless man. She had been with him for more than ten years, yet he held no romantic feelings toward her at all, not even a little. He was even dismissive of her.
However, when they had first met back then, he had given her such a warm smile.
“I have to take down Glendale. Eveline is now the key to all of this.”
Carter’s voice, with its bewitching and sensual charm, slipped into Shirley’s ears gently and slowly. She then roused from her reverie, picking up Carter’s words.
“I will do my best to help you.”