After Rebirth, I Replaced My Ex-Husband's True Love-Chapter 69: The Fox Spirit Is Pregnant

My dad’s expression was extremely grim; he rarely smoked, but at this moment, he couldn’t be without a cigarette.

He didn’t answer me, just looked at my mom.

My mom wiped her tears, her tone resentful, "He’s having an affair with that flirtatious secretary of his!"

Flirtatious secretary? I picked up a photo and examined it closely. The woman looked very familiar, then I remembered seeing her once before. It was when I went to a teahouse with Crystal Dawson for a meal and coincidentally ran into my dad and his secretary was there.

At that time, I wondered, wasn’t my dad’s previous secretary a man? How did it suddenly change to a woman?

But I really trusted my dad and knew he wasn’t someone who would mess around, so I didn’t say anything to my mom.

"Mom, don’t be upset yet. You know what kind of person dad is. It’s been almost thirty years, surely someone’s tried to set him up with a woman before, but he’s never let himself stray. This might be a misunderstanding." I sat beside my mom, patting her back to help her calm down.

"Yes, I’ve been set up!" My dad finally spoke, somewhat agitated, "I was blackout drunk, how could I possibly have done anything with her?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

My dad’s position wasn’t an easy one to hold. He’s been cautious all his life, afraid of screwing up, so it’s impossible that he would let everything fall apart just before his retirement.

My mom leaned against me and began to cry. My heart felt heavy, my brow was furrowed and never relaxed.

"Dad, send someone to investigate this woman, find out what she’s about." I spoke again, addressing my dad.

"It’s already been done. I have all her personnel files. Her name is Susan Adler, from City C, married with one child who isn’t living with her." My dad took another drag from his cigarette, looking as if he’d aged several years, "There’s no useful information."

Susan Adler... I committed this name to memory.

Even though my dad’s in trouble, the issue hasn’t been exposed by Susan Adler yet, so he must continue to work as usual, leaving just me and my mom at home shortly.

I thought I should meet Susan Adler to see what she wanted. If it’s just money, then we could pay her off temporarily and buy time to resolve the issue thoroughly.

Suddenly, a few memories from my previous life exploded in my mind, freezing me in place.

In my previous life around this time, I should have been circling around Henry Preston, not paying much attention to what was happening in my family. I only remembered my parents having a cold war for a while, and eventually, when Henry brought down my family, he had gained some incriminating evidence against my dad, like photos of illicit relationships, and leaked them to the media.

At that time, I was somewhat obsessed, solely wanting to break up Henry and Azure, so I didn’t pay much attention to those news. Those photos seemed... somewhat similar to these?

It turns out that in the grand scheme, many things are reshuffled.

I grabbed all those photos and stuffed them into my bag. Susan Adler must have the negatives; I must find a way to get them all, to resolve this completely, or else leaving evidence in others’ hands is a potential threat to my family.

Even if it wasn’t Henry Preston, there would be others watching my dad.

"Mom, do you have Susan Adler’s contact information? Give it to me, I’ll go see her." I spoke calmly to my mom.

"I do, I’ll go with you!" My mom wiped away her tears, her face deeply etched with grief and anger.

"You need to rest at home. It’s better if I go alone." I didn’t want my mom to go; a woman like that is bound to be shameless, and my mom would likely get even angrier if she confronted her.

But my mom insisted on coming along. This involved her thirty-year marriage; she wouldn’t be satisfied without confronting that vixen.

It seems... I’ve inherited this trait from my mom? In my last life, I tried everything to look for Azure, but unfortunately, Henry’s methods were too many, and I couldn’t outplay him.

I nodded, "Okay, let’s go together then."

My mom gave me a number. If she called and Susan Adler deliberately didn’t answer, we’d use my number to call.

The phone rang a few times, and someone picked up. A woman’s voice sounded, "Hello, who is this?"

"I’m Gordon Hathaway’s daughter. Let’s meet and talk." I straightforwardly got to the point.

"...Alright." To my surprise, Susan accepted.

After agreeing on a time and place, I hung up and said to my mom, "Mom, just take it easy today and rest well. We’ll see her tomorrow. She might just be looking to extort some money, trying to blackmail dad."

My mom’s face was shrouded with a layer of gloom as she nodded heavily.

I didn’t go anywhere that day, just stayed home keeping my mom company, trying to make her a bit happier. When dad returned in the evening, the family quietly ate dinner together and then each went to rest.

My mom didn’t want to sleep in the same bed with my dad, so she came to my room to sleep with me.

The two of us talked through most of the night until I finally fell asleep. In my dreamy state, I heard my mom’s sighs, once, twice, three, or four times. I knew she hadn’t slept at all past midnight.

The next morning, my mom and I went to the agreed place, a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant.

Susan Adler’s demeanor was actually quite decent, with a good figure, younger than my mom, and quite alluring. When she saw us arrive, she didn’t speak but just showed a slightly triumphant smile.

"Let’s not beat around the bush. I know those photos are fake. What do you really want?" I was very repelled by this woman, coldly getting straight to the point.

"Miss Hathaway, if you believe those photos are fake, you can have them examined, see if they’re doctored." Susan Adler replied leisurely.

My mom was holding back; she’s a refined lady who values her image and quality. But it’s hard to stay calm when the husband you’ve loved for thirty years has become entangled with this seductress. Her temper, however good, couldn’t be restrained. Suddenly, she stood up and slapped across the not-so-wide table.

Susan Adler’s head tilted from the slap, and she immediately covered her face, glaring at my mom with eyes filled with a malicious and vicious glint.

"What’s your intention in getting my husband drunk and taking those photos?!" My mom pointed at Susan Adler, with an equally strong aura.

Deep down, she knew my dad didn’t do those chaotic things. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have said Susan Adler got him drunk to take the pictures; she just couldn’t accept the man she had trusted for thirty years giving another woman an opportunity to drive a wedge between them.

Susan Adler let go of her hand, the five-finger mark visible on her face, her eyes filled with ambition, which I could see clearly.

She stood up, holding her bag, completely indifferent to her swollen cheek, her demeanor full of pride, "What do I want? I want you two to divorce. After all, I’m carrying your husband’s baby."

Then she took a medical report from her bag, threw it on the table, and walked away without a second glance.

I could visibly see my mom freeze, staring intently at the piece of paper on the table, without any reaction.