His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 14:

“Mr. Wright,” the butler called, approaching with the brassie in hand.

The brassie was a solid piece of metal.

A wave of uncontrollable fear washed over Belinda at the sight of it, causing her to step back instinctively. She was intimately familiar with the severe pain the brassie could inflict.

Baker advanced toward Belinda, brandishing the brassie menacingly.

He stood before her, hoisting the brassie above his head, poised to deliver a punishing blow.

At that moment, a hand shot out and grasped Baker’s wrist to stop him.

Baker, caught off guard, hadn’t expected Belinda to have the courage to stop him.

As he opened his mouth to say something, Belinda snatched the brassie from his grasp.

Before Baker could react, Belinda slammed the brassie onto the floor, breaking it in half.

A sharp crack echoed through the silent room.

Belinda threw the broken brassie to the floor, her expression stoic, yet the emotions inside her raged like a storm.

She had finally shattered the object of her fears.

The brassie had haunted her for years.noveldrama

But now, it would no longer scare her!

Silence enveloped the spacious living room momentarily.

Baker stared at the broken brassie on the floor, his mouth agape in astonishment.

After a moment, he turned his gaze to Belinda, his eyes burning with disbelief and anger. “You’ve turned against your own family! How dare you do that?”

As he lifted his hand to strike Belinda, a firm voice halted him.

“Stop!” The command echoed through the room.

Descending the staircase were two women.

Leading the way was Carola Wright, Baker’s wife, donned in a dark blue dress. Her demeanor was poised, and her features were refined.

She was in her forties but looked younger than her age and beautiful.

Following her was a young woman in a white dress, exuding charm and innocence. This was Kylee, the beloved daughter of Baker and Carola.

“Baker, you really should learn to control your anger,” Carola said in a soft voice.

Baker’s rage cooled slightly at her presence, but he tried to justify his actions. “Carola, you don’t understand. This girl, she deliberately stole—”

Carola interjected, her voice calm. “Let the past stay in the past. We still don’t truly know what happened back then. Belinda is now Mrs. Clark.”

“If she desired a necklace, she could simply purchase one—why would she need to steal? Even though she accidentally pushed Kylee back then, Kylee has already forgiven her. Why bring up these old grievances?”

Stunned into silence by Carola’s reasoned words, Baker found no words to counter.

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