Chapter 83: Flowers
Brett scoffed in amusement at her answer and Sutton felt her hands clench in her lap.
"Tell me, how is the much reknowned and respected Dr Marlowe?" He asked and Sutton tensed even further, "I heard that he has been given another grant. What is it for this time? Studying the mating habits of penguins?" He added mockingly.
"You know, I have always wondered why your son Brandon looks nothing like you but then... neither does he resemble his father..." He said, as he stressed the word father.
Sutton’s face flushed with anger as Brett’s accusation hung in the air. "What are you talking about, Brett? Of course, Brandon is my husband’s son. Why would I lie about something like that?"
Brett smirked. "Oh, I don’t know, Sutton. Perhaps you had a little indiscretion in your past? A little fling with a charming stranger or maybe someone I might know?"
Sutton’s heart pounded. She knew exactly what he was implying. She had never told anyone about Brandon’s real father, a secret she had kept hidden for years.
"You are delusional, Brett," she said, her voice shaking. "Get out of here."
"That is not what you said that summer." He smirked at her.
She gapped at him then stood up. "I demand that you leave right now!" She said through gritted teeth.
Brett ignored her, pouring himself a glass of wine. "Why was Lottie here? What were you two witches plotting? It must not be good"
Sutton hesitated, unsure of what to do then she reluctantly sat down. She knew a little of what Brett was capable of and she did not want to deal with him.