Chapter 21

Simon paid no attention to his mother as he stared at Sara. "Sara... Have you really... married my Uncle?!"

Everyone could tell Simon and Sara must have some unfinished business between them.

Sara sighed helplessly. She softly replied, "Yeah..."

"But how...?" Simon clenched his teeth.

"What about the promise we made if we got into university...?"

Inexplicably, Sara's first reaction was to look at Hank.

Hank looked indifferent. His gaze was not upon anyone present, as if none of it concerned him. However, Sara knew that he was angry.

She turned to Simon again. She smiled faintly, looking warm and sweet. "I didn't make any promises to you, Simon."

Simon was in utter disbelief.

Actually, the lovely Sara would never say such cruel words to Simon. She squeezed her mind and found another excuse to spout, "Simon, I didn't think I'd see you again after transferred to another school. What a surprise it is that you are Master Bishop's nephew..."

Simon's face was pale. Rose was afraid Simon would upset Hank if he continued to speak. She quickly pulled her son aside, "I didn't know you two were classmates. Perhaps it would be strange for Simon to address you as Aunty, I hope you don't mind if he doesn't, Miss Martin."

Sara replied, "No, I don't mind at all."

Rose wanted her son to know that he no longer stood a chance to be with Sara. Now that Rose had accomplished her goal, she did not speak further. She merely gripped onto Simon's hand tightly.

Simon, who had been silent the entire time, finally looked at Sara again, "My apologies, I've been so busy that I haven't gotten to get to know you, my dear sister-in- law. Please don't fault me!" He spoke to Sara respectfully.

Simon was a flexible man and accustomed himself to the situation immediately. If it were someone else, perhaps that person could never bring himself to address Sara, who looked like a young teen, so respectfully!

Sara smiled brightly, her eyes curved.

"Don't worry about it."

"Well then, let's begin our meal," Mrs. Bishop announced.

Hank barely touched any of the food as he was feeling upset. As for Sara, she was also too distressed to have an appetite, so she still forced herself to endure the entire meal. Shortly after, Simon had some matters to discuss with Hank so they moved into the study room for a discussion. Frankly, Simon was the only person Hank still respected within the family.

Sara felt awkward as she knew that everyone present despised her, especially the delicate Miss. When Hank left, Camilla stared at Sara straight in the eye, as if to imply that Sara was a sl*tty b*tch!

Sara sat still on her seat, not uttering a word.

Eventually, Camilla broke the silence, "Miss Martin, given Bishop's health condition, I assume you must be having a hard time caring for Master Bishop?"

"It's alright," Sara replied gently. Frankly, there wasn't much for Sara to do. She was only required to push him around in his wheelchair and read up on medical books. On the contrary, it was Hank who had helped her on many matters.

Camilla flashed an enigmatic smile. "My apologies for comparing myself to you, Miss Martin. Unlike you, I am foolish since I was young, and my family never allowed me to do anything on my own. However, Miss Martin, you must have become accustomed to serving others since you were a child, haven't you?"

Camilla was deliberately discriminating Sara's identity. Her words implied that she was a noble young lady from an aristocratic family, vastly different from a purchased young bride like the pitiful Sara.

Sara didn't take Camilla's words to heart, she was used to being put down anyway. "It's never too late for you to pick up such skills, Miss."

"..." Camilla's face darkened. "Apart from being skilled at serving others, I see you have had a glib tongue as well, Miss Martin," Camilla scoffed.

"I hate to break it to you, Miss Bishop, but Master Bishop isn't the typical man. He would kill you if you upset him. I know because I once saw him murder someone with my very own eyes. It was very gruesome."

Camilla was not lying. Back then, she was young and innocent when she witnessed Hank shoot a man to death in cold blood. Camilla was terrified.

Then again, Camilla had a thing for dangerous men and she loved that about Hank.

Camilla's friends preferred Simon, the stoic man, but to her, only the ruthless and cold- blooded Hank was worthy of her attention.

Sara turned pale upon hearing Camilla's words.

It was not the first time someone had said that Hank had killed many men on a whim. However, Sara was worried about what he might do to her now that he knew about her relationship with Simon. Would he be furious now that he knew? Would he stab her with a knife if he ever got upset?

Perhaps an attractive man like him could come up with lots of ways to murder someone. Perhaps he might even make her death more pleasant considering she was his young bride.

Camilla continued as she stared at Sara's pallid face, "Here's some advice for you. Leave Master Bishop while you still can, especially if you cherish your life. Or else, you might just die a painful death."

Sara dug her fingernails into her palm, her voice was meek. "But... Master Bishop said that there are laws in society... He would not murder someone so randomly..."

Her words took Camilla and the rest by surprise. Mrs. Bishop also looked so startled, as if she had swallowed a fly.

Laws in society? Not murdering others randomly?! Then who was the person who pointed his gun at the Finance Minister back then!?

After all that Hank did, how could he even say that?

Camilla gave a meaningful glance over to Rose, so Rose quickly interjected, "Now, now, let us move on from that. We should talk about something that Grandma enjoys,"

Sara and Mrs. Bishop did not see eye to eye, so Sara quickly excused herself from the dinner table. As expected, Mrs. Bishop did not ask her to stay, in contrast, she could not wait for Sara to get lost.

Sara heaved a sigh of relief the moment she was out of the dining hall.

Outside, there was a hint of humidity in the spring breeze, and Sara's waist-length curls fluttered in the wind. She inherited her naturally curly long hair from her mother, Caroline. Her curls were very beautiful.

She ruffled her hair and used the garden lamps to mark her direction as she started to head to Hank's yard. As she walked past a white oak tree, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist, and she was pulled into a little garden.

Sara gasped in shock and turned to face the figure. "Simon?!" She was stunned.

Simon's voice was hoarse. "Did my uncle force you to marry him, Sara... Did he do that?" His eyes were a little red as he stared at Sara intently.

Sara's wrist hurt from Simon's grip. "Let go of me, Simon, you're hurting me." She frowned.

"Sorry..." Simon immediately released her hand. He was always a well-behaved gentleman.