Before I realized, I had already slapped Qiana in the face.
Bradley, who originally felt guilty towards me, suddenly changed his expression.
He subconsciously protected Qiana behind him, his eyes were cold. "Nicole, what are you doing!"
I glared at Qiana. "You'd better keep your mouth clean."
Qiana was aggrieved. "Was I wrong? If your mother hadn't pretended to be sick and threatened Bradley, how could he marry you?"
I looked at Bradley. "Do you think so too?"
He didn't answer.
But I got the answer from his eyes.
Half a year ago, my mother was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer. She knew she didn't have much time left, and her greatest wish before she died was to see me marry the person I loved and have a good husband.
In order to let my mother rest in peace, I begged Bradley desperately and even knelt down in front of him to ask for this wedding.
But he thought my mother was pretending, just to force him to marry me.
Maybe he always looked down on me from the bottom of his heart.
He was a specially privileged man and the heir of the Xavier Group. I fell in love with him at first sight in college and shamelessly pursued him for four years.