The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 885:

Brenna’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Apologize for what, exactly?”

Alec let out a sigh. “For what happened yesterday, for making you pay for those clothes. I’m truly sorry. Even though I am your father, I still owe you an apology. Please accept it.”

“Stop acting like you’re my father,” Brenna retorted bluntly. “Shepard is my father, not you. We’re practically strangers.” She suspected Alec was after her money, likely emboldened by her fleeting generosity the day before.

A flush crept up Alec’s cheeks. Anger flared, but his time as a driver had taught him patience. Working in service had exposed him to many insults, and he had learned not to get angry so easily.

“You’re absolutely right. Shepard is your father. I don’t deserve that title. Please don’t get angry. I came here just to apologize to you.”

“Apologize?” Brenna arched a brow, a mix of curiosity and suspicion in her eyes. She wondered what Alec was really trying to accomplish with this.

Alec said, “About those clothes—I know I took them and vanished without paying. That was my mistake, and I won’t pretend otherwise. Right now, I just don’t have the money to pay you back. But listen, I’ve landed a job. I’m driving a taxi now. With some effort, my monthly earnings should top ten thousand. In five months, I’ll have the thirty-nine thousand eight hundred ready for you. I’ll pay it all back.” He smiled awkwardly. “My plan is simple; I’ll hand you ten thousand each month. Please, don’t hound me for more, and whatever happens, leave Seth and Lila out of this. They don’t have any money.”

No one could have prepared Brenna for this. The last thing she had expected was for Alec to turn up at her door and promise to pay her back in installments. She had thought he would try to make her pity him and ask for money.

Was this really Alec, the man who always looked out for himself first? Brenna doubted he had suddenly grown a conscience. Deep down, she suspected he was up to something.noveldrama

Most people wouldn’t have let Alec pay his debt after seeing his sincere attitude. But Brenna was different. In her mind, Alec’s real hope was that she would do exactly that, so he could look genuinely sorry and cast her as generous. That way, their relationship would seem improved, and he’d find a way to stay involved in her life.

That was a clever scheme.

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“Alright.” Brenna didn’t waver as she replied. “You can pay me back like that.”

A quick flicker of disappointment flashed across Alec’s face. He had not expected her to actually agree to that. Did she honestly care about such a small sum? How could she still ask him to pay her back after what he had said?

Still, Alec didn’t argue. “Alright, Brenna. I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll head out now. I brought you some pork rib soup I made myself. It took hours to cook. I hope you’ll give it a try.”

Julia wasted no time showing Alec the door.

After coming back, Julia asked Brenna what to do with the soup. When Brenna lifted the lid on the container, the rich scent of pork rib soup filled the air. It looked delicious, but she had no plans to touch it.

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