Chapter 125

When we got to Shirley's house, she was alone, waving a mop handle at a few real estate agents.

Shirley was still in her hospital gown, with bandages on her hands from the IVs, and her face was bruised from where Brandon had hit her.

When she saw us, she looked relieved and turned to Brandon. "Brandon, isn't this the house you bought for me? They're trying to sell it!"

"Everyone out! This is my house, and the owner is here. Get out!"

The real estate agents turned to us. "Who's the owner here? You said you wanted to sell this place, and now this woman says we can't. Are you selling or not?"

"Yes, yes, we're selling. This is the owner, and I'm his wife. I decided to sell the house."

Shirley glared at me. "Who gave you the right to sell my house? Brandon bought this house for me. Tell them to leave!"

Shirley looked worn out from her time in the hospital. Her cheekbones were sunken, and she looked gaunt and pale, a far cry from her previously clean and delicate appearance.

"Brandon, didn't you buy this house for me? Tell them."

Brandon gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. "When did I ever say I bought it for you? Do you think you deserve it?"

He was clearly at his limit, probably suffering from a hangover after drinking last night, and now this commotion was making it worse.

"Shirley, get out of here now. This house isn't for you!"

Shirley was stunned, not expecting Brandon to say that. "How can that be? Didn't you say..."

Brandon cut her off. "What did I say? When did I say I was giving you this house?"

"Shirley, you're just a maid. Do you think you deserve it?"

The crowd started murmuring.

"I thought she was his mistress. Turns out she's just a maid. She's got some nerve, thinking she can stay here."

The murmurs made Shirley break down. She looked at Brandon with a pained expression.

"Didn't you say you were giving me this house? Now you're changing your mind? Didn't you say..."

Brandon interrupted her again, glancing at me before glaring at her. "What did I say? I never said I was giving you this house. I just let you stay here for a while, and now you won't leave."

"And you drugged my wife. I haven't even dealt with that yet. My wife forgave you, but I haven't. Do you want me to call the police?"

I knew there was more to this, but Brandon didn't want her to say it.

Shirley glared at us. "Fine, you want me to leave? You'll regret this."

She went back inside and quickly packed two suitcases, dragging them out.

As she passed the real estate agents, they looked at her with disdain. "A maid acting all high and mighty. I thought she was a mistress, but she's not even that. What a joke."

Shirley's face was pale with anger. Before leaving, she shot me and Brandon a venomous look and gave a sinister smile.

"This isn't over."

She mouthed something to me and then left without looking back.

I exchanged a glance with Savannah, signaling her to follow Shirley and see where she was going.

Savannah got the message and slipped away while Brandon wasn't paying attention.

Brandon's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth. "That damn woman should never have come to our house."

I looked at him and sneered. "Weren't you the one who gave her false hope, making her think she could be your wife?"

Brandon fell silent, forcing a smile. "Honey, what are you talking about? You'll always be my wife, no one else."

I didn't respond, just rolled my eyes at him.

After Shirley left, the real estate agents quickly brought in potential buyers, and Brandon and I got in the car to go home.

I told him, "By the way, I'm planning to go back to Suncrest City in a few days. Are you coming with me?"

Brandon was taken aback but quickly nodded. "Of course, honey. I'll go with you."

"I haven't seen Mom in a while. I'll go back and spend some time with her."

I nodded. "Alright, I'll book your ticket. Briar is coming with us too."

Brandon frowned, clearly unhappy. "Why is she coming?"

It seemed Brandon still held a grudge against Renee, and by extension, her daughter Briar.

"Briar is bored at home. I want her to come with me to play with Brett. Do you have a problem with that?"

Brandon didn't dare oppose me, quickly shaking his head. "No, no problem. She can come if she wants."

"Honey, I'll wrap up things at the company, and then we can go and relax. You need to take care of yourself at Mom's place."

When we got home, Savannah was already there. We exchanged a look, and she nodded, indicating she hadn't lost track of Shirley.

Paula was nowhere to be seen, probably having moved out after Shirley was hospitalized. There were no signs of his belongings in the room.

Finally home, Brandon relaxed a bit. "Honey, I'm going to take a nap. Don't wait for me for dinner."

After he went upstairs, I asked Savannah, "Did you find out where Shirley went?"

Savannah nodded. "Shirley went to see James. I didn't want to be gone too long and make Brandon suspicious, so I came back. I left someone else to keep an eye on them. If Shirley and James make any moves, we'll know right away."

She had handled it perfectly, and I nodded in satisfaction. "Good thing I have you. I wouldn't know what to do otherwise."

Savannah scratched her head and smiled shyly. "It's my job to serve you, isn't it?"