Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 692 - 692: I’ve Made Up My Mind

Before, Greta was an obedient child. She never neglected her studies and seemed to have inexhaustible energy.

But since she came back from Milan, she'd been a little slow and lazy. Sometimes she was late or left early, or even skipped classes.

When Barzini asked him about Greta's life and studies, he had to hide her real situation from him and hoped he wouldn't notice her change.

Greta didn't seem to care about anything now. After what happened these days, she just suddenly found that the world was not so hateful. The Sterlings were not her enemies but her relatives, and she didn't want to continue to work hard or be controlled by Barzini...

She sat up, spat out the leaves, and looked at Brent.

"Brent. What would you do if you found you still had a family?"

"I'm an orphan," Brent said dryly, "I was found on the streets of Italy, brought up by Barzini, and I have no family."

Greta rolled her eyes. "You're so dull," she said. "Just assume it, okay? For instance, if you found you had relatives, would you go to them and live with them?"

Brent blinked his eyes innocently, and he replied, "Probably not."

"Why?" Greta seemed dissatisfied with the answer.

"... Because I have no family." He never met this kind of situation and didn't know how to answer it.

"Well, fine." Greta sighed, paused, and then asked, "If you were sorry to someone, would you apologize?"

She wondered whether she should say sorry to her uncle and aunt in person.

The word "sorry" was not in her dictionary.

But they were her relatives, her nearest person in the world now. She had misunderstood her uncle and almost killed him.

She should go to LA and apologize to them.

Brent was silent for a moment.

"I never felt sorry for anyone," he said.

"Okay, you go ahead. I have nothing further to say," Greta was speechless.

She wondered if Brent could find a girlfriend with this character!

He didn't know how to chat at all!

Brent noticed Greta's displeasure, but he didn't know what he had done to offend her. He obeyed her words and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Greta shouted again.

He stopped at once.

"Is the wound on your back healed?"

He didn't seem to expect Greta to ask this, and then he whispered, "Yeah, much better."

"Well, go ahead."

***

A few days passed.

Brent was in the corridor outside Greta's room when her door banged open.

"Brent, come in!" She waved to him, flushed and excited.

Brent followed her words and went in, wondering what had happened. She hadn't been so happy for a long time since her return.

On the couch, the desk, and the bed in her room, there were a lot of gift boxes.

Most of them were gifts given by Barzini and his followers every year on her birthday—treasures of great value, jewels, antiques, paintings, and even the handwritten scrolls of an ancient Italian philosopher.

In short, Greta, young as she was, was worth a lot with her property.

But Greta had never been interested in these things, which were usually kept in a safe. Why did she suddenly take them out today?

"Brent, I've gone through these several times, and I want you to help me choose the best one from them. Which one would be a good wedding gift?" Greta pointed cheerfully to the boxes on the bed.

A wedding gift?

"Who's getting married?" asked Brent.

Greta grew up without friends. He should have heard about it if anyone they knew was getting married.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes as if he remembered something.

Greta didn't answer him. "Just choose one for me."

Brent had to look at the boxes. After a moment, he said, "Star of the Heaven."

"Your idea fits in with mine." Greta's eyes lit up.

The sapphire necklace was a valuable curio of Vittorio Emanuele III. It was very auspicious and should be a good gift for newlyweds.

Okay, that's it!

She shut up the box of the sapphire necklace and put it in the drawer of the bedside cabinet.

Brent looked at her warm face and asked, "Do you want to give this gift to Mr. Sterling and Miss Schultz in LA?"

He had heard about their wedding yesterday.

This necklace must be for her uncle and aunt.

Though no one mentioned how Greta escaped from the detention house in Milan, he knew it was probably out of Mr. Sterling's hand.

Apparently, Greta and her uncle had cleared up the misunderstanding between them.

Greta always believed that her uncle was the one who was to blame for the misery of her parents. But now, she knew it was a lie, and she had done something wrong, so she changed her attitude and wanted to send a wedding gift to her uncle and aunt as an apology.

Brent was happy to see Greta's change.

She was no longer living in hate, no longer cold and indifferent to everyone.

Greta closed the drawer and didn't explain anything. She stood up and looked at him.

"I'm going to LA myself to give them the gift."

Giving the gift to them in person could show sincerity.

Besides, she wanted to see her uncle and aunt's wedding, and her young cousin, and her grandpa, whom she had not yet met...

They were her father's family and her family.

"In person? Did you tell Barzini?" Brent was amazed.

"No," She frowned and shook her head. "He wouldn't let me go. I've booked an air ticket, and I'll go alone. In two or three days, I'll come back. Dad isn't here every day. I heard he's going to Palermo to deal with some affairs tomorrow."

"But..." Brent was afraid Barzini would find out and punish her again.

"I've made up my mind." She looked at him and said coldly.

***

The day before Dylan's meeting, Greta left quietly and boarded the plane to LA.

Brent watched the plane disappear in the clouds.

Greta looked refreshed after she put down the hatred.

He had never seen her so happy since he had been with her.