Chapter 107 Ruining Happiness With My Own Hands

• Belinda’s looks were wildly misleading. Tears shimmered in her eyes, and her voice carried bone-deep pain: “Grandpa, that maid really was brought in by me. Her mother was my nanny when I was little. Because of that, I introduced her to work at the Quille residence.”
• “But who could’ve known—who could’ve known…”
• When she got here, her cheeks flushed, a clear mix of rage and shame. “Who knew she’d betray my trust and do something like this behind my back!”