Chapter 7 Give Me A Baby

Kinsey felt anger in her veins. She tried to grab Blair's dress away as she yelled, "I worked hard only to save Connor's life, not to pay for your luxurious dream!"

"Don't touch my precious dress with your dirty hands!" Blair argued as she tried to avoid, "You should ask your loser husband for help if you need money for Connor's medical treatment! Aren't you the best at seducing men?"

Kinsey's anger reached a boiling point and couldn't help but slap Blair.

"How dare you harm my sweet daughter! You ungrateful bitch!" Olive tried to grab Kinsey's hair to fight back.

"ENOUGH!"

A roar sounded at the door, making the women in chaos stop. It was Jonathan, the host of the house.

Blair hurriedly covered her face and ran to Jonathan to complain about Kinsey, "Dad, Kinsey is jealous that I'm going to marry Gordon. She's trying to ruin my dress and even threatens to seduce my fiancé."

Kinsey couldn't believe how shameless Blair could upside the truth. She wanted to explain but Jonathan didn't give her any chance.

"Apologize to your sister, Kinsey."

"NO! She's never my sister! My only sister already died and you even want her only son to die now!" Kinsey could no longer control her emotions and blurted out.

"Don't talk to me about that little bastard!"

A resounding slap was placed on her face, making the corner of her mouth bleed. Nursing her stinging cheek, Kinsey glared at her father, her eyes reflecting both defiance and hurt. He never did side with her in any circumstances like she never was his daughter.

"Stop glaring at me!"

"Do you think I should still respect you? You don't deserve to be our father at all!" She shouted, anger seeping through her bones.

Jonathan raised a hand to slap Kinsey again, but someone stopped him this time. Brandon held Jonathan's wrist tight so that he couldn't move an inch close to Kinsey's face.

"You dare not harm her again," Brandon warned coldly as he noticed the bruise on Kinsey's face.

"Brandon Simons? Why are you here?" Jonathan was shocked to see Brandon appear in their residence unannounced.

"I am here to pick up my dear wife," Brandon stated as he gently examined Kinsey's injured face. "It is clearly she is not safe here."

"Does it hurt," he asked softly, tracing a finger on Kinsey's cheek.

Kinsey blinked as she answered, "A little."

How could Brandon know she was here? Was he coming here to help her?

Blair rolled her eyes while looking at Brandon and Kinsey's sweetness. "Brandon, Father is just disciplining her. If you don't watch her well, she'll easily cheat behind you."

“My wife doesn't need anyone's discipline." Brandon retorted, "Only people who love to cheat were so fond of labeling others as cheaters."

"You!" Blair balled her hands into fists out of anger. "Well, I don't have to waste my time with any poor uneducated guy like you."

Blair deliberately scanned over what Brandon was wearing with a look of disgust. Brandon was indeed handsome but couldn't even afford a simple famous brand. No wonder that people called him the unwanted son.

Yet, she would never know all of his attire was privately customized.

Kinsey stepped forward as she couldn't bear all this, "You're more like the uneducated one instead. No pretty dress can hide your ugly soul!"

"You!" Blair wanted to lay a hand on her but having Brandon beside, Kinsey was like having a group of men protecting her. Her eyes lighted as soon as she glimpsed a figure at the door. "Gordon!"

"Gordon, I can't believe Kinsey purposely came here only to show off with her new husband," Blair complained, pouting her lips like a child. "Darling, we must find a more expensive wedding gown than this."

Gordon didn't even care to listen to Blair as his eyes firmly fixed on the scene of how close Kinsey and Brand held each other. Jealousy crept into Gordon's expression as he observed the evident sweetness between the newlyweds.

Feeling rejected, Blair changed the topic, "Gordon darling, what brought you here?"

Blair's question took Gordon out of his reverie. Attempting to navigate his complicated emotions, he handed over a family's invitation. "I came to deliver this invitation from the Ellison family."

The mention of the Ellison family, the second grand family in the hierarchy after the Simons, triggered a wicked smirk on Blair's face. She immediately grabbed the invitation and showed it to Kinsey and Brandon.

"Wow, someone fancies himself part of the grand Simons family, yet you couldn't secure a simple invitation," Blair laughed, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Brandon sneered. If only they knew that the first invitation of every year was especially for him. He just wasn't interested in this kind of party.

"Blair, I don't have time for your bullshit," Kinsey didn't want to waste her time anymore. She came here for reasons today. She stepped close to Olive, "I don't care if you're having a wedding or a dinner party. I'm here just to get my money for Connor."

Fearing Kinsey might spill more family secrets, Olive transferred her some money but whispered a threatening reminder, "Remember, we still have custody of Connor."

Kinsey fell to heavy powerlessness from the pleasure of success. She was still lost in her mind as Brandon took her inside his car.

"Let me treat your cheek," Brandon asked as get applied ice packs to Kinsey's cheek.

Kinsey managed a weak smile, "Thank you. I didn't expect you to be here."

Brandon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I didn't expect this family drama either. I couldn't stand by and watch when you are still my wife."

Though it might only be a short marriage, Kinsey was still moved. "Thank you!" She mumbled.

Witnessing her tears, Brandon was taken aback. He intended to say something else, but an abrupt braking caused a jolt, bringing their lips together unexpectedly.

"I apologize for the sudden stop, Mr. Simons," Max who turned to check but caught them kissed, stuttered as he discreetly averted his eyes.

Kinsey hurried into the house as the car stopped. Brandon was a little behind due to taking a phone call from his friend, James Ellison.

When he entered the house, his eyes glided across the transformed rooms of his old house, now exuding a warmth it hadn't seen in years. She successfully made it a cozy home.

Sensing she was bustling about in the kitchen, he approached and enveloped her from behind. Kinsey squealed a little; her tiny voice was music in Brandon's ears.

"Brandon, what are you doing?" Kinsey asked, turning to face Brandon. They were so close together, his breath fanning on her face.

"Do you want me to help you revenge?" He inquired mischievously, his tone suggesting a plan that involved settling scores with Olive, Blair, Jonathan, and Gordon.

"How? What do you mean by that?" Perplexed, Kinsey sought clarification.

Sporting a sly smirk, Brandon felt a sense of accomplishment.

"A friend invited me to the party of the Ellison. I want you to come with me as my wife."

"The Ellison? The same party that Blair was bragging about?" Curiosity was evident in her tone.

"Exactly. Would you like to witness the look on your family's face when they see you attending the party?" Brandon asked, eyeing for Kinsey's reaction.

"We will attend together." Brandon stepped closer, his lips almost on hers, "And in return, you need to give me a baby."