After His Sister Got Pregnant, I Got Married with Another Man

Their conversation was clearly heard through the door.

Celia whispered softly, "Bryan, isn't this too much for Claire? If she doesn't want to do it, then don't do it. It doesn't matter if I don't drink the soup."

Bryan sighed, "Celia, she has been spoiled in the Harrington Family for so many years. I must change her eldest daughter's temper. Since she will marry into the Waldorf Family in the future, I must follow the rules of the Waldorf Family, otherwise how can she take care of our children well?"

"The Waldorf Family is a medical family and they have always been the most concerned about being kind to others, but she is too straightforward... My mother has never liked her very much."

Celia asked puzzled, "Bryan, then why don't you break up with her directly?"

It suddenly became quiet outside.

I held my breath and leaned against the door motionlessly.

Yes, since I was so unbearable in his eyes, why should he tolerate me and keep me?

The silence lasted for a long time and Celia urged cautiously, "Bryan?"

Bryan's calm voice pierced my heart like a knife, "The Harrington Family's background is one of the best in Sydney and it has helped my career a lot over the years..."

I covered my chest tightly and tears could no longer be controlled.

So that was it. For so many years, he had always been interested in the Harrington Family, not me.

In a trance, I remembered that year when my grandfather had a sudden heart attack and it was Bryan's bold surgical plan that saved his life. I fell in love with this young and promising doctor with superb medical skills at first sight.

I just gave him a banner to express my gratitude, but I didn't expect him to start pursuing me crazily.

He never took the initiative to ask for help from the Harrington Family and those secret operations were arranged by me without telling him. How ridiculous, I was always worried that he would refuse to accept it after knowing it.

The kitchen door was pushed open. Bryan was obviously startled when he saw me and then frowned,

"You cry like this for making soup? Get out, it's annoying to watch!"

I stood up despite the dizziness and staggered towards the bedroom.

The moment I pushed the door open, a chill instantly climbed up my spine.

The bed sheet was changed to the pink lace style that I hated the most. The photo of me on the bedside table was replaced with a photo of a strange baby. In the closet, there was not a single piece of my clothes left.

Bryan's voice came from behind, "The guest room is too small. It's inconvenient for Celia to stay in the master bedroom now."

Celia added timidly, "Claire, you shouldn't mind, right? Don't worry, I'll..."

"Oh." I interrupted her directly, "Where are my things?"

Bryan looked away and said, "I asked the servants to move to the utility room. The nearest guest room will be converted into a baby room. You can choose a guest room to live in."

I was silent for a while and nodded, "Okay."

In the utility room, my haute couture dress was thrown on the ground casually and my jewelry was scattered in the dirty corners, like garbage that no one wanted.

I took a deep breath and looked at Celia who followed me in with sarcasm, "Are you so impatient? You can't even wait for me to leave?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across her face and then she changed to an innocent expression,

"Claire, what are you talking about? Bryan asked the servants to clean up these things. I didn't do anything."

I sneered and pointed to the shoe prints on the dress, "Did the servants do this too?"

"So what if it was me?"

She suddenly lowered her voice, a vicious light flashed in her eyes, but she pretended to be afraid and retreated.

"Claire, please let me go!"