Mabel crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Of course, this drawer is filled with world-famous watches. The real ones are incredibly well-made and the price is astronomical. Even if it's an imitation, the cost can't be too low."

"If I didn't see this drawer filled with famous watches, I might still have believed that Belland is secretly rich," Mabel said casually.

She suddenly realized that the decoration of Mary's house was also very high-class. Although it looked simple, the details were handled very well. The simplicity revealed an extraordinary air of nobility.

"Was this house renovated after you bought it?" Mabel asked.

Mary poured a cup of tea for her. "The house is rented, but Belland found a friend to renovate it. He happened to have a friend who works in a renovation company. He only charged us a few thousand dollars. He said that it was the cost price. He was a really good person."

"Actually, I've always advocated that you don't have to spend extra money on a rented house, but Belland insisted on it." Mary smiled, not without complaint.

Mabel's expression became strange. A few thousand dollars? Renovating it to such an extent?

In fact, she was involved in the designing of her family's villa on the Upper East Side. At that time, the renovation company had ruthlessly ripped off a huge sum of money.

As for the details, Mabel felt that what they had was, in fact, not even as exquisite as Mary's house.

For example, the beautification of the gaps between the tiles, the details of the flooring, and the seams of the ceiling.

Finally, Mabel felt that it was time to get down to business. "Mary, I'm actually here today because of what happened at my father's birthday party."

She glanced at 'Belland', who was still seated in the living room.

'Belland' did not seem to have any intention of giving them a private space to talk.

Oh well. How could Mary hide her scandal from Belland? The couple must have treated this matter as a joke and had already mocked her behind her back.

"Martin and I had a relationship before, but we broke up after that. It was only later, at his wedding with Angela, that I found out that this bastard was Angela's fiancé."

"Later, he threatened me with our previous sex videos, so I had no choice but to comply. God knows how disgusted I was with him." Mabel picked up the glass of water, holding the side of the glass with her beautifully decorated nail. She looked very elegant.

From the words she heard outside the room yesterday, Mary knew that most of what Mabel said was true.

But she still found it hard to sympathize with her.

"Perhaps you should speak to Angela directly and get her forgiveness."

Mabel's fingers that were holding the teacup tightened slightly, and she frowned, "The purpose of my visit today is in fact to ask you to keep it a secret for me. You know, Angela is already seven months pregnant. If you tell her about this now, won't it shock her to find out that she's carrying a scumbag's child? Come on, it's a seven-month-old child. You don't want Angela to make a fuss about getting an abortion."

Mabel put down the teacup and suddenly held Mary's hand, "And if this matter gets out of hand, it won't benefit either of us. I'll be too ashamed to face anyone! Mary, I can promise that I'll never see Martin again for the rest of my life, but you have to keep this a secret for me. I promise you, as long as Angela's child is born, I'll personally tell her everything and ask for her forgiveness."

Mary stared into her eyes. "You promise?"

Mabel nodded. "I promise."

Mary pursed her lips and sighed.

There seemed to be no better way now.

When Mabel left Mary's house, she seemed to be in a good mood. She even took the bottle of red wine that Francis had given her.

As soon as Mary closed the door, Francis's magnetic and malicious voice sounded behind her. "Sounds like your brother-in-law cheated on your sister when she was seven months pregnant. Was that your cousin just now?"

"Come on, Francis. I'm not in the mood to joke with you." Mary returned to the kitchen and frowned when she saw the two bottles of red wine left by Mabel.

She had forgotten to ask Mabel to bring the two bottles of red wine back. The gift was too expensive, and it seemed like she had accepted the hush money from the other party, which made Mary feel uncomfortable.

"The value of the bottle of wine that you gave her in return far exceeds the two bottles that she gave you. You don't have to worry about it," Francis said leisurely.

Mary couldn't be bothered with him.

"Haven't you ever considered that maybe Belland is really a secret billionaire?" Francis poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned elegantly against the wall at the entrance of the kitchen.

Mary seemed to have thought of something and burst into laughter. Her face was like a beautiful flower blooming, which stunned Francis.

"Haha, impossible. It sounds like a story about how, on my eighteenth birthday, my father suddenly tells me that he is a multimillionaire and wants me to go back and inherit the family fortune. Well, I guess that would feel really good."