Chapter 236
Chapter 236:
Brinley’s hand tightened around her phone.
Alayah had been kind to her in the past, yes—but that “kindness” had always been colored by her indulgence toward Colin. How could Alayah possibly be unaware that Colin had been keeping Milly as his lover for two years?
She was simply feigning ignorance.
“Mrs. Palmer, there’s no point in digging up the past,” Brinley said coldly. “Colin and I have nothing to do with each other anymore p>
“I know, I know…” Alayah hurried to reply, her tone growing more urgent. “I’m not looking for your forgiveness or trying to pressure you. It’s just… I often think about when you used to visit our home. You once made that roast fish Colin’s grandparents loved so much. Do you think you could swing by for a quick chat? Please—even ten minutes would be great p>
“I’m sorry,” Brinley answered calmly, her tone flat. “Work at the company keeps me busy, and I really don’t have the time. Besides p>
She paused, then said clearly, “I’m married now. Austin and I are doing just fine p>
𝘔𝗈𝘳е n𝘰𝘃𝘦𝗅ѕ o𝘯 ѕ.с𝗈m
The line went quiet except for the uneven sound of Alayah’s breathing.
After a long pause, her voice returned, trembling slightly. “I know you married Mr. Moore. It’s such a pity. You and Colin p>
“There’s nothing to pity,” Brinley said flatly, cutting her off. Then she ended the call without a goodbye.
As she lowered the phone, she noticed her fingers trembling slightly.
Corbin stood nearby holding a file. He had overheard part of the conversation, and unease flickered across his face. “Mrs. Moore, are you alright p>
“I’m fine,” Brinley replied at once. “Is the report for the Westgate Project prepared? I’ll need it this afternoon p>
“It’s ready. I’ll print it right away,” Corbin said quickly, then hurried out, careful not to press further.
The office fell back into silence.
Brinley leaned against the sofa and closed her eyes, releasing a slow breath.
Alayah’s call—wrapped in nostalgia—had really been nothing more than an excuse to pry for Colin.
Later, after she finished reviewing the initial plan for the Westgate Project, she looked out the window and saw night settling in. Stretching, she checked the time on her phone.
Six o’clock sharp.
Her fingers lingered on the screen, and the corners of her lips lifted in a faint, mischievous smile.
Austin had been wearing himself thin, working nonstop to secure Shaw Group’s partners. Even over the phone the previous night, the weariness in his voice had been unmistakable.
Brinley scrolled through her contacts until she found Vivien’s number and dialed.
“Vivien, I won’t be coming home for dinner tonight. Please make sure Dad’s herbal soup is warmed, and remind him to drink it before bed p>