Wedding Dress Betrayal Finding Love With His Uncle novel Chapter 13

## Chapter 13: He Seems Angry

Britney was terrified of alarming her family, so she took a deep breath, forced herself to stand, and stumbled out through a small gate in the backyard of the villa.

Her ankle throbbed, but as she stepped out of the Simpson family villa, the dull ache in her chest

mysteriously eased.

It was strange that she felt such a sense of relief even when she was in such a mess.

She figured if there wasn’t a good reason, she probably wouldn’t ever come back to the Simpson home.

Because… this place was never her home!

Britney walked for a long time, until suddenly, a blinding light appeared across the road, making her eyes sting. Then, a car screeched to a halt right in front of her.

She stopped, watching the car with caution. This was a villa district, apart from residents, very few people

were out so late at night, and no one would ever stop for a pedestrian.

Unless they were stopping for *her*… Who could it be?

Ryan Lewis? Or had the Simpsons already realized she’d run off?

Couldn’t they just leave her alone?

Britney clutched at the hem of her clothes. She wanted to bolt, but her sprained ankle wouldn’t allow it.

She could only watch helplessly as several men in matching suits quickly approached her.

Her hand tightened…

“Ma’am.”

Ma’am?

Britney froze. What did they call her?

Just then, a phone was handed to her. She heard that familiar, always–impassive voice, but this time, she

thought she detected a hint of worry. “Britney, are you alright?”

It was Camren.

The lump in Britney’s throat slowly dissolved. She took the phone. “I’m fine, but who are they…

“They’re looking for you.”

“For me?”

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“Your phone was unreachable, Camren said in a low voice. “Did the Simpsons give you trouble? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Britney clutched the phone, instinctively trying to downplay the situation, especially not wanting her unfamiliar newlywed husband to see how messed up she was. I’m perfectly fine, thank you for your concern.”

There was a long silence on the other end, and Britney held the phone, feeling a sudden pang of guilt.

She wasn’t t sure why, but Camren’s reaction made her feel like she’d messed up. “…”

“It’s late,” Camren said again, his voice sounding even deeper than before. “I’ve told them to take you home.”

Home…

Those two simple words brought a sudden wave of sadness to Britney’s nose. She nodded, her muffled voice betraying a slight choke. “Oka

“Wait for me to get back.”

“Okay.”

Britney was utterly exhausted. She fell asleep as soon as she got into the car and was already back at Veylin

ass Manor when she woke up. To her surprise, Albert was still up.

As soon as he saw her, Albert rushed over, his eyes filled with concern. “How did you manage to get into such

like a state after only being out for a day? Have the Simpsons lost their minds? How could they treat you

this?”

“I swear, the Simpsons are blind as bats, they can’t tell good from bad. Might as well just donate their eyes.”

Britney listened to Albert’s incessant complaining about the Simpsons, and the chill in her heart began to

thaw.

She managed a small smile. “You’re right, they should probably donate them.”

“Ma’am, you can still manage to smile?” Albert, his eyes full of concern, helped Britney to a chair at the dining table. “You must be hungry. Have something to eat first.”

“I’ve already called the family doctor. After you’ve eaten, ma’am, take a bath and let the doctor check you over. Only then will I feel better.”

“It’s not necessary, I’m fine.” It was just a slap; there was no need to bother the family doctor, especially since it was already late at night…

“How can you say it’s nothing?” Albert’s voice involuntarily rose again. He looked at the handprint on Britney’s face and felt a surge of anger.

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Her fair skin, now half–swollen, her clothes dirty, and the way she’d walked just now–it wasn’t right. He wondered if she had other injuries.

How could the Simpsons treat their own daughter so cruelly?

Seeing Albert’s reaction, Britney swallowed the refusal she was about to voice.

She could tell Albert genuinely cared about her. If it would ease his mind, then she supposed bothering the family doctor was fine.

The dinner Albert had prepared for her consisted of easily digestible and warming dishes.

After eating. Britney obediently allowed the family doctor to examine her. After ointment was applied to

various bruises on her body, she was finally allowed to rest in her room.

As she lay under the soft duvet, breathing in the comfortable air, she found herself feeling surprisingly relaxed at Veylin Manor, a place she’d only lived in for a few days.

She couldn’t help but think that if she could live here forever, it would be a truly wonderful thing.

Britney had no intention of going back to the Simpson home after she left. To avoid any trouble, she simply changed her phone number. The new number, she’d only given to Amaya and Camren.

Amaya, of course, fully supported her decision and spent half an hour furiously cursing the Simpson family.

As for Camren, after receiving her new number, he only replied with two words: “Got it.”

Since then, Britney hadn’t heard anything else from Camren. The person who used to text her every day seemed to have suddenly vanished, becoming unusually quiet.

She had a sneaking suspicion he was angry, but she couldn’t figure out why.

The slap mark on her face and her sprained ankle confined her to Veylin Manor. Each day, Albert instructed the kitchen to prepare a variety of delicious meals for her.

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