Chapter 18

After Brett pulled the switch and I left, I felt so disgusted with this house that I couldn't stay any longer.

I had only one thought in my mind: I must get both of them out of my house, definitely!

Back in my room, I couldn't calm down for a long time.

I recalled Brandon's past; he had disguised himself so well, and I hadn't noticed at all.

Thinking of what my parents had said back then, I felt a wave of regret.

The next morning, I got up early and took my medicine, only to find that Brett hadn't gotten up yet.

He usually got up at this time every day, but today he was still sound asleep and couldn't be woken up. This state was very similar to when I was in a deep sleep, which made me nervous.

I pushed Brett: "Brett, what's wrong? Wake up."

But he remained motionless, still deeply asleep.

I went downstairs to find Shirley, who was busy with her breakfast in the kitchen. She was cooking a lot of precious ingredients, and I hadn't noticed before that she ate such a lavish breakfast.

"Shirley, Brett hasn't woken up yet."

Shirley's expression was indifferent: "Maybe he hasn't fully woken up yet. Let him sleep a bit more, what's the harm?"

Shirley's cold attitude made me suddenly furious.

"What do you mean, what's the harm? Are you the nanny, or am I the nanny? My son Brett is still sleeping, and instead of checking on him, you're here having breakfast. Do you believe I'll fire you and let you go home to eat?"

Shirley was stunned, her eyes filled with unwillingness, but she agreed: "I'll go check on him now."

Saying that, she put down her things and went to Brett's room.

I had a gut feeling that Shirley's reaction was off. I followed her and watched as she casually called out to Brett a couple of times, then turned to me: "Mrs. Jordan, Brett is really just sleeping."

I frowned, my gaze sweeping around Brett's room.

Sure enough, when I looked at the table, Shirley's face showed a guilty expression.

I nodded: "You can go now."

Shirley turned to leave, but then she suddenly walked to the table I had just looked at, picked up a cup, and explained: "Mrs. Jordan, this cup is dirty. I'll take it out to wash."

"Wait."

I stopped her and stepped forward to take the cup. But Shirley was unwilling to give it to me, looking extremely guilty.

"Mrs. Jordan, what do you want with this dirty cup?"

"I told you to give it to me, didn't you hear?"

But Shirley refused to let go. I was sure she had done something to the cup. Just as I was about to grab it, she smashed the cup.

"Mrs. Jordan, it was just a dirty cup. I'll clean it up."

The cup shattered on the ground, and whatever was in it was now unrecognizable.

I watched as she bent down, cleaned up the pieces, and threw them in the trash.

At that moment, Brett suddenly called out to me: "Mom, why are you in my room?"

I didn't have time to think about it and quickly went to Brett's side.

"Brett, how are you? Why did you sleep for so long?"

Brett shook his head: "I woke up this morning and asked Shirley to make me breakfast. She gave me a glass of milk, and then I slept until now."

I was stunned, thinking of the lavish breakfast Shirley had made for herself, and anger surged within me.

But now that the cup was broken, I had no way to hold her accountable.

Brett rested his head on my shoulder: "Mom, I'm still sleepy. I'll sleep a bit more."

Saying that, he quickly fell asleep again.

I went out to find the medicine box, and sure enough, there were sleeping pills inside. Brandon used to take them to help him sleep when he had insomnia.

The packaging said the daily limit was one pill per person. I poured three pills into Shirley's cup.

After finishing her breakfast, Shirley drank it without any hesitation.

Then she played with the kids and watched TV, soon falling asleep.

I took the kids back to their room and looked at the deeply sleeping Shirley. I went up and slapped her hard.

"You better not let me find out that Brett's condition has anything to do with you, or I will definitely kill you."

Saying that, I called Kathy.

On the phone, I detailed Brett's unusual behavior in the morning and Shirley's unnatural reaction.

Kathy was furious: "That bitch Shirley must have done something to Brett. Otherwise, he wouldn't be like this. Wait for me, I'll come get you now."

In less than half an hour, Kathy arrived.

After I got in the car with Brett, he looked at me: "Mom, where are we going?"

I patiently patted his head: "Mom is taking you to the hospital. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Hearing this, Brett fell asleep again.

When we arrived at the hospital, Kathy and I carried Brett to the emergency room.

The doctor didn't ignore us. He checked Brett's eyes and mouth and decided to do a blood test.

Kathy and I waited in the lab area for the results.

Soon, the doctor came out with Brett's test results, pointing at the indicators: "Who are the parents of this child? How can you be so irresponsible?"

"The child's blood has an overdose of sleeping pills. This can affect his brain function. No matter how noisy the child is, you can't do this!"

I stood up, grabbing the test results.

Kathy was furious: "That bitch Shirley! How could she do this to Brett? I will definitely kill her!"

I looked at the doctor: "Is there anything we can do now?"

The doctor, with a bad attitude, said: "He needs to have his stomach pumped and then dilute the drug in his blood."

I nodded and went to pay the bill.

I didn't expect the money I took from the study to come in handy here.

Shirley had done this just because she didn't want to make breakfast for Brett in the morning.

I would never let her get away with this.

Thinking back, Shirley had never been close to Brett. Instead, she was close to the newborn twins who didn't know anything, just because Brett always knew I was his mother.

And the boy-girl twins were easier to fool.

Now it seemed that Brandon's decision to send Brett to boarding school was correct. Otherwise, who knows what kind of harm Shirley would have done to him at home?

And this grudge, I would repay a hundredfold.

Brett was having his stomach pumped in the hospital room, and I didn't dare to go in. Kathy was inside, taking care of Brett for me.

Hearing his heart-wrenching cries, my heart broke.

Every time he called out "Mom," my hatred for Shirley deepened.

After the stomach pumping and injections, it was already evening. Kathy took Brett and me back home.

I knew Shirley must have woken up by now, and the villa was brightly lit.

I walked in to see Brandon standing in the living room, his back radiating anger.

In front of him, Shirley knelt with disheveled hair, a bright red handprint on her face.