CHAPTER 60: ALEXANDER'S ACCIDENT

Francis

I parked my car not far away from the Thatcher's mansion, watching and surveying anything that would happen. Over the course of the night after that phone call, I brainstormed and brainstormed on various ways to end the beautiful legacy of Alexander Pierce. And suddenly it came, like it was revealed to me. My staying up all through the night wasn't in vain, Bree was going to play the major role in it.

I rang up first thing in the morning, asking if I could meet up with her. I was always welcomed in the house, so it didn't matter. The servants knew me well. I connived with a friend of mine who was a doctor and had him prepare a pregnancy test result for Bree Thatcher.

“You need to tell Alexander you are pregnant,” I said to her. Her eyes reflected the sudden emotion she was feeling.

“But I'm not,” her voice went up a little higher. “What are you trying to do?”

“Relax Bree,” I pulled out the pregnancy test result and showed. “It doesn't matter if you are or not, tests don't lie.”