Chapter 108 The Illegitimate Daughter

Bates blanched at this, and her eyes fell on Bane, who was next to Bert, and she said quickly, "Sis, why are you here?"

As soon as the people around heard this sentence, they were momentarily stunned.

It had long been known that Betsy Reed was a small-time family member, an obscure person, and that it was sheer luck to get into a family like Ron's, and that many women had told their daughters about it ever since, just to show them the right way to marry well.

But now the woman standing by Bert's side was Betsy Reed's sister? And a sister? The Reed family has two daughters?

All eyes were now on Bain, and they were full of inquiry.

Bane was looked squarely at once by old Mrs. Ron, who said, "Betsy's your sister?"

Bane said nothing.

"Didn't you hear me? Deaf or dumb?"

Bane looked at Bert, and seeing that Bert made no attempt to answer for him, said simply, "I think so."

"What do you mean should? Are you not clear? What did you answer? !"

Bane smiled and said, "Betsy would almost never acknowledge me in front of other people."

Bain's words successfully shifted the emphasis.

Bates paused for a moment, and then said, "Sister, what do you talk of? After you ran away, father was so angry that he almost went to the hospital. You don't know how to go home now. Is your heart made of iron?"

Speaking of her father, Bane's scar, which had been healing so hard, began to ache again, but still she said nothing.

Old Mrs Ron's face was confused. "What's going on, Betsy?" she asked. Are you really her sister?"

"Yes, Grandmother," said Betsy quickly, "I am really her sister. Her name is Bane Reed, but her mother and mine are not the same person."

So that's half blood?

For a moment, eyes filled Bane's body again, but they were contemptuous.

So the person is illegitimate?

So Bert Ron's birth doesn't seem to be a glorious one either.

Instantly, everyone's mind is hard to fathom.

Old Mrs. Ron's face turned sour in an instant; she felt humiliated for a moment. The thing she didn't approve of about Bert was that he had been born, and now she was bringing back an illegitimate daughter.

Didn't that mean to hit her in the face?

"Bert, don't bring any such disgrace. I've already chosen your day with Betsy for next month!"

Betsy suppressed her excitement, and when she married, she would be Bert's rightful wife, and all her years had been well spent.

Bert smiled faintly, and said, "She's about the same age as her third uncle's son, and she can marry."

Old Mrs. Ron was instantly angry and unconsciously shouted, "Shut up! How could a woman like that be worthy of Ossie? !"

Betsy looked unconsciously at old Mrs. Ron with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Grandmother, you, you are..."

Old Mrs. Ron soon realized that she had been talking on the spur of the moment, but how could her favourite grandson marry a woman with a family as small as Betsy Reed's?

And the identity of Bert Ron, which she had never admitted to being the blood of their Ron family, was a slip of the eye on her that Bert had grown to this point.

For a moment Bane felt sorry for Betsy, who, in order to please the old lady, had been doing whatever she was told, but who had not been treated as one of her own, and who had only been using her to keep Bert under control.

Old Mrs. Ron curbed her anger. "Bert," she said, "your child is Betsy's mother, and she worked so hard for you. You ought to marry her anyway." "You remember," said the old lady, suddenly threatening, "that your marriage to her was arranged by yourself, and you were not going to quit it?"

Bert did not deny this, but smiled, and said, "Yes, mistaken."

Betsy's body stiffened.

Old Madam Ron's face changed instantly and he said, "What did you say?"

Bert did not explain, but said, "You'd better make the most of it. After all, there are not many of them."

"Then he and Bane left together.

Bane could feel Betsy's eyes on her even when she was far away.

Bert brought Bane a glass of juice and stood there casually.

Pressing the cup in his hand, Bane whispered, "You were on purpose. Why did you do it?"

Bert was a wise man, or else he would not be where he was, and what he had just said must have been deliberate, and he had made no attempt to hide it from the guests.

Bert closed his eyes slightly, smiled, and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Bane paused, then said quickly, "I don't have any questions."

Her ankles were already hurting because they hadn't healed yet, and standing for so long was painful. Indeed, Bane's back was covered in cold sweat after standing for so long.

Bert walked up to her, held out his hand, and said, "Hands."

Bane hesitated, but took Bert's arm, and stood less laboriously where it supported him.

But when others see it, they just feel intimate.

Bane could not understand that Bert, who hated the party so much, had insisted on staying and letting her be in the background.

"Bert, sister."

Betsy walked up to them, her eyes misted and her face aggrieved.

"Sister, father does not trust you very much, you go back to see him."

Bane hesitated, but said nothing.

Bates was somewhat disappointed, and then fixed her eyes on Bert. "Bert," she said, "do you have some wrong idea about me? How could you do this to me? I just miss Norton, want to see him, nothing else..."

Bert ignored him, but he put his arm round Bane's waist.

Betsy's body suddenly stiffened.

Bane tried to push away, hesitated, but didn't.

Bates looked at Bane, her eyes full of resentment, and she said through gritted teeth, "Bane Reed, how could you do this? He's my fiance, you know! How can you take him away from me?"

Bane was particularly keen to tell her that Bert was not so easy to get, and that she would have given him a good deal of distance if she could.