Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 299: Ugly to Death, He Doesn’t Want It

Chapter 299: Chapter 299: Ugly to Death, He Doesn’t Want It

The bottle traced an arc through the air, hurtling toward Julia Land.

The bodyguard knocked the mineral water bottle to the ground.

Tyler Hughes quickly stepped forward, shielding Julia Land behind him, while Michael Scott stayed vigilant of their surroundings.

The actions of George Fields had stirred the emotions of another deceased’s family.

The bodyguards held them back.

"Swindlers! Unscrupulous! I curse you to die too, to be burned to death!"

Julia Land turned to look at Michael Scott and spoke to him in a lowered voice, "Find out about the man who just threw the mineral water."

Michael Scott nodded in understanding.

Not long after, the police arrived at the scene and took away the troublemaker.

Once again, Julia Land looked at George Fields being taken away by the police. The man’s screams had been loud just moments ago, but she saw no expression of sorrow on his face.

"Notify the legal department, PR department, product department, and purchasing department to have a meeting in half an hour."

Julia Land turned and entered the building, Michael Scott acknowledged and took out his phone to inform these departments.

Madame Bell returned home from the beauty salon feeling irritable and depressed.

She sat on the sofa, took out her phone, and checked the latest news about Dale Group.

Seeing those reports on Dale Shopping’s website about counterfeit and substandard products deceiving consumers only added to her annoyance.

Madame Bell’s eyes fell on the chrysanthemums placed in a vase on the table, and her look immediately turned cold as she called out, "Butler, throw these flowers away."

The butler complied, carefully picking up the chrysanthemums and silently exiting the living room.

Ever since her husband, Connor Bell, had gone, Madame Bell found everything displeasing, and her temperament had become somewhat peculiar.

While her husband had been alive, he always made her happy and kept her company.

But now, in this large empty house, it felt especially desolate.

Madame Bell sighed, took out her phone, and dialed Maxwell Bell’s number.

The call was quickly answered, and in a gentle voice, Madame Bell said, "Arthur, don’t postpone the wedding date. Stick to the original plan."

There was a moment of silence on the other end before Maxwell Bell replied, "Okay, I’ll follow your wishes."

Madame Bell smiled, "Good boy, take care of your health while you work."

Maxwell Bell acknowledged.

After hanging up, Madame Bell sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

Lyra Bell, dressed in her exercise outfit after having finished her stretching, slowly walked into the living room.

Seeing her daughter’s lost appearance, she frowned slightly and sat down next to Madame Bell, gently patting the back of her hand.

"Lyra, when you have time, you could check on Julia," said Lyra’s mother firmly.

Madame Bell looked up at Lyra with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

There had always been a barrier between her and Julia Land that she couldn’t cross.

"Mom, she doesn’t want to see me," said Madame Bell coldly.

Lyra sighed softly, her voice both tender and stern as she counseled, "No matter what Julia’s attitude is right now, she is still your daughter, and you are her mother. The fact that you’re related by blood can’t be changed."

"Besides, Julia is the only daughter you and Connor had! Do you want to leave Connor with regrets? You need to genuinely try to get along with Julia, to interact with sincerity between family members."

Madame Bell bowed her head as she listened to her mother’s words, her gaze shifting slightly.

She knew her mother was right; Julia was her and her husband’s only daughter.

Her husband’s biggest regret, she guessed, was probably that Julia didn’t recognize them.

"You’re the mother, Lyra, you should be the one to take the initiative to mend your relationship. If it doesn’t work in one year, we’ll try two years, and if two years aren’t enough, then three," her mother continued.

Madame Bell hesitated, then nodded, "I’ll find time to see her."

Although still hesitant, she decided to follow her mother’s advice and try to repair her relationship with Julia Land.

To give her husband peace of mind, she was willing to take another step.

Lyra revealed a relieved smile, "That’s right, but when you approach Julia, be mindful of your approach."

Madame Bell nodded; she instructed the butler to have the kitchen prepare health-boosting soup and desserts suitable for women.

She planned to take these to Dale Group later.

"Mom, Arthur and Celeste’s wedding is next week. I’ve told them to proceed as planned."

Lyra nodded, "Good."

Just then, Madame Bell received a call from the lawyer.

The voice of the lawyer on the other end was respectful yet earnest as he spoke, "Madame Bell, please come to the Gold Medal Law Firm tomorrow afternoon at three o’clock, concerning the will of Mr. Connor Bell."

Madame Bell nodded, "Alright."

Attorney Feng made another phone call to contact Maxwell Bell and Julia Land’s assistant.

At the time, Julia Land was in a meeting.

Michael Scott asked Attorney Feng to wait for a moment and handed his phone to Julia Land, lowering his voice, "A lawyer with the surname Feng is looking for you."

Julia Land stopped the discussion, took the phone, and softly spoke, "Hello, Attorney Feng."

She lifted the coffee on the table and took a sip.

Attorney Feng politely greeted her first before speaking, "Miss Land, please come to the Gold Medal Law Firm tomorrow afternoon at three o’clock to attend the reading of Mr. Connor Bell’s will."

Julia Land paused mid-sip with her coffee, frowned slightly, and said, "Okay, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Julia Land put down her coffee cup and then said to the executives present, "Ladies and gentlemen, we stop the meeting here. Please follow the arrangements we made earlier, and if there are any issues, contact me in a timely manner."

Julia Land stood up and left the conference room.

When she returned to her office, Michael Scott handed her a file regarding George Fields.

Julia Land took the documents and quickly flipped through them.

Michael Scott continued, "George Fields hasn’t worked since graduating high school, always relying on his father for support. His father became bedridden three years ago, and George Fields doesn’t have a good relationship with him. Some neighbors have reported suspicions of George Fields abusing his father."

Julia Land nodded nonchalantly.

She just released a statement about a quality issue with the company’s products, and then there was a fire—everything was too coincidental, obviously deliberate.

Now it was just a matter of evidence.

"George Fields might be able to provide some evidence," Julia Land mused.

Michael Scott nodded in agreement but added with a hint of concern, "However, it’s uncertain whether George Fields will cooperate."

Julia Land looked up at Michael Scott with calmness, "After George Fields comes out, send someone to find him, pretend to be from Uncle Moore’s people."

She didn’t need to say more, Michael Scott got the message.

"Understood, I will arrange it," Michael Scott replied.

At four o’clock in the afternoon, Julia Land received nourishing soup and desserts from Madame Bell.

Madame Bell had left the soup and desserts at the reception and left; she clearly knew that Julia Land would not meet with her.

Julia Land frowned slightly, puzzled about what Madame Bell was trying to do.

She asked Tyler Hughes to take the soup and desserts away, "Assistant Hughes, you and Assistant Scott have it."

She didn’t want to eat, and there was no need to throw away food, to waste it.

**

In the small village surrounded by mountains, there lived only about a hundred people.

The villagers led simple lives, most without much education.

The village houses were almost all made of mud.

Some parts of the walls had fallen off, appearing old and dilapidated.

Dale Land carefully placed food in a bowl, watching as several chickens came over to peck at it, a small smile appearing on his tiny face.

"Freak!"

Suddenly, a clump of mud hit Dale Land’s head accurately.

The mud slid down his hair, soiling the gauze on his face.

"Hahaha! The freak looks even uglier now!"

A boy about ten years old pointed at Dale Land and laughed loudly, his nostrils dripping with snot, which he sniffed up.

He picked up another clod of mud and threw it at Dale Land’s body.

Dale Land shrank his neck in fear, his eyes filled with unease and fright, but he did not cry, just silently continuing to feed the chickens.

"Hey, are you really stupid?"

Seeing Dale Land not reacting, the boy grew dissatisfied and kept throwing mud at him.

After throwing mud to no avail, seeing that she still hadn’t reacted, he made a face and disgustingly turned to find others to play with.

His family had brought home a girl who was both ugly and stupid, and the village kids were mocking him.

They said she was his little wife.

The boy wiped his nose, disgusting, he didn’t want her.

Dale Land tilted his head and wiped the mud off his face.

The more she wiped, the more her gauze became smeared with mud.

She wasn’t a freak.

Her mother was beautiful, Dale was beautiful, and her father was handsome.

Dale was not a freak.