I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

“They were all sold?” Meredith was shocked, hardly believing what she heard. “Reese, really? All his children were sold? He sold his own children?”

“My father told me so,” Reese explained. “Our village is poor, but there’s never a shortage of children. My family had five kids. I had an elder sister who drowned, and two younger sisters who were ‘sent away’-in reality, they were sold. Now, only the youngest brother is left at home.”

Meredith found the situation absurd: “That’s illegal.”

“In that small mountain village, there’s hardly any law to enforce anything,” Reese said. “Tristan is Mr. Thatcher’s eldest son, the first child, and they usually don’t ‘send away’ the first one. If my sister hadn’t drowned, I would have been sent away too. Mr. Thatcher had three daughters and three sons aside from Tristan, and all were sent away.”

When Reese spoke of ‘sending children away’, she meant selling them.

Meredith recalled Justin mentioning he had three sisters and two brothers who supposedly died in accidents.

Reese said that aside from Tristan, Mr. Thatcher had three sons-Justin was probably the third one.

Justin, so desperate for familial connections and diligently searching for his parents, was actually sold, not lost at a station as believed.

Mr. and Mrs. Thatcher’s actions were deplorable, and now Justin was left dealing with the consequences. They had brought him into this world and abandoned him; why should Justin be responsible for supporting them?

Meredith was infuriated by the thought and couldn’t help wondering if she, too, had been sold by her biological parents.

“Reese, thank you for telling me this,” Meredith said, having suspected something was amiss but not to this extent.

“Meredith, I don’t know why you’re digging into this, but these are decades-old issues. Suing them wouldn’t help, and which child would sue their own parents?” Reese said. “I need to get back to the office now. Once I resign, I’ll contact you.”

“Alright, Reese, go ahead,” Meredith didn’t want to keep Reese from her duties, especially during work hours.

Reese returned to the office, and Meredith sat in the cafe a little longer, processing the information Reese had shared.

How would she bring this up with Justin?

His eagerly sought-after family ties were disregarded by his parents; he was abandoned. If not for Tristan’s paralysis and the Thatchers’ old age requiring a son’s care, they probably wouldn’t have sought Justin.

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After much deliberation, Meredith decided to talk to Justin. She was just leaving the cafe when she ran into Bianca.

Meredith greeted her, “Mrs. Chaucer, hello.”

Bianca, still amiable, replied, “I saw you inside and wanted to check on you. What have you been up to, or planning to do?”

Bianca didn’t know why, but seeing Meredith compelled her to chat and show some concern, especially after knowing Stella’s disdain for her and worrying that Meredith might be mistreated by the Sterling family.

“Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Chaucer. I’m about to open a cheese fondue restaurant,” Meredith shared, appreciating Bianca’s kindness. “It opens on the 15th next month on Seventh Avenue. You’re welcome to visit if you’re free.”

“That sounds wonderful, I’ll definitely come,” Bianca smiled. “How are things with the Sterling family? Is Terry treating you well?”

“He’s very good to me,” Meredith felt a pang of guilt, confessing, “Mrs. Chaucer, I’m sorry, I didn’t know about your daughter’s betrothal to the Sterling family when I got involved with Terrence…”

“That’s all about fate,” Bianca said pragmatically. “It shows you and Terry are meant to be, not Joy. I’ve said before, a verbal agreement doesn’t necessarily hold. Terry doesn’t like Joy, and they aren’t suitable for each other; I’ve seen it all.”

Joy Chaucer was impulsive and spoiled, with a lot of negative history. Besides her status as the Chaucer family heiress, nothing else could match Terry Sterling.

Bianca was now worried about whether to entrust the company to Joy, fearing she might not be capable of managing the family business.

While they were chatting, a man rushed into the cafe and accidentally bumped into Meredith.

Instinctively protecting her belly, Meredith frowned as the man quickly apologized, “I’m sorry.”

Bianca noticed Meredith’s protective gesture and realized something significant.