The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 1072

Chapter 1072 I Only Want my Son

Upon hearing her words, Mavis couldn't help but laugh. Bryleigh's face quickly turned serious and she asked, "What's so funny?"

"Alistair told me that you were Anthony's first love, his first girlfriend. But you didn't end up with him in the end. So now are you trying to go back to him?" Mavis said.

"That's my business," Bryleigh replied coldly.

"I was just thinking the same thing about going back. It has nothing to do with you, Miss Padilla," Mavis laughed again.

Bryleigh narrowed her eyes and realized that this woman wasn't as easy to deal with as she had thought.

"Miss Parker, how do you think Anthony found out that you weren't dead and had returned to Crana?"

Mavis didn't say anything but stared at her intently.

"It was me who told him. That day when I heard Alistair calling you 'auntie', I became suspicious and investigated it myself. Then I told Anthony about it. Unfortunately, you didn't see his expression at the time."

She covered her mouth and laughed as if she were reminiscing about something from the past.

"He always likes to keep a straight face but when I saw him almost lose control for the first time, he looked like he wanted to tear apart this woman who deceived his feelings every minute of every day."

"Later on he went straight to the airport looking for you. Did he not hurt you?" Under Bryleigh's beautiful expression, there was a hint of schadenfreude.

Mavis didn't have any particular reaction except saying, "So on that day before coming there he was with you."

Bryleigh lifted up her proud chin, "Yes, because no one understands him better than me. We both trained together in Security Agency which made us familiar with each other all day long. Do you understand?"

Mavis lowered her eyes without knowing what she was thinking, but under a calm expression, there seemed no waves stirred by what Bryleigh said inside of herself.

"Not long ago, Alistair's kindergarten held a parent-child sports meeting. Anthony didn't come. Were you together then too?"

"Parent-child sports meeting?" After thinking deeply for a while, Bryleigh suppressed any unnaturalness in the depths of her eyes. "Yes we were together doing something... very important."

She emphasized those last few words making people wonder what they could be doing besides having sex since there isn't much else between men and women when they're alone together.

Just imagining it made Mavis feel disgusted.

Leaving aside how important such an event would be for their son yet running off somewhere else just so they could have some fun? What kind of man was he anyway? Did he even have any right or qualification whatsoever asking whether or not she lived together with Moore or if they ever hugged…?

A nameless anger surged within Mavis' heart causing silence between them after this point in time.

Her emotions were written all over her face, and Bryleigh could see it clearly. "So Miss Parker, wouldn't it be better if you left gracefully?"

Mavis clenched her fists tightly. "You may want Anthony, but I don't. If he's willing to give you the position of Mrs. Callahan, then fine by me. I'll divorce him and keep my son."

Bryleigh couldn't help but chuckle at Mavis' words.

"Well then, if that's what you really want, I'll help you with the divorce process and even hire Suham's best lawyer to fight for Alistair's custody."

For Bryleigh, this was an effortless victory.

Being a stepmother was never easy. She already disliked Alistair as it was and vice versa. If Mavis took him away from them both, she could finally live as Mrs. Callahan without any worries while also helping Padilla Group solve their problems.

Mavis picked up her glass of water from the table and took a sip before agreeing with Bryleigh's proposal.

She didn't need Anthony anymore. Divorce was inevitable.

With so many people helping her out in this situation, why not take advantage of it?

"Alright then," Mavis said firmly. "Once I successfully get divorced from Anthony thanks to your help, I'll thank you properly."

Bryleigh smiled slyly in response, "And once I successfully marry Anthony thanks to your cooperation, I'll treat you to dinner."

This time the call wouldn't go through at all.

"Bastard! He actually blocked me! How childish can he be!"

Mavis was so angry that smoke seemed to be coming out of her ears and she almost threw her phone across the room.

Waiting around wasn't going to solve anything. Not being able to see her son made her feel uneasy and uncomfortable inside.

After thinking for a while, she found Lyra's number in her contacts and dialed it up.

In the afternoon, just after finishing a meeting, Anthony's phone rang. It was Lyra calling him up.

"Rara, what's up?"

"Momo said she misses you. Since it's Friday and all the kids are off school for the weekend anyway, why don't you bring Alistair over to Lyre Spiti tonight? We'll have a barbecue with everyone."

Anthony couldn't refuse Lyra or Molly's request.

"Okay then I'll leave work right on time."

As evening approached with red clouds burning bright in the sky above them, Anthony held Alistair's hand as they walked through winding alleyways towards Lyre Spiti.

Alistair pouted all along their walk there; his face full of unhappiness as he muttered under his breath, "Why hasn't Mommy come find me for two whole days? What did you say before leaving the apartment that day? Did you make Mommy angry?"

Anthony pursed his lips tightly without saying anything even though questions from his son felt like having an encyclopedia worth of queries thrown at him simultaneously.

After walking several minutes down this winding path leading towards their destination, father-son duo finally arrived outside Lyre Spiti where they could hear joyful voices emanating from within its garden walls. Upon entering into its garden area, they saw Molly huddled next to Mavis looking like she still hadn't recovered fully from seeing Mavis alive once more.

Anthony stopped dead in his tracks when he saw someone else's face - Mavis happened look up too at exactly same moment; their eyes locking onto each other.