Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 2180

"Susan, Rosia has left me. She said that she was after my money and she didn't love me. I regret hurting you and Bella before. I don't want to go home. Can I stay with you for the night?" Beck pleaded as he didn't have any place to go.

"Pigs might fly. Beck, you used to be proud and arrogant, and now you are shamelessly begging me to put you up? I'm not a garbage can and I don't take in any trash. Go now or I'll call the police." Susan put her hands on her hips, delighted because she finally got back at him.

Beck was shocked to hear her insinuated him as a piece of trash for he did not expect that he would be worthless in the eyes of his ex-wife.

"Susan, I have a splitting headache right now. I can't move at all. I can sleep on the floor." Beck pushed the door open and lied on the floor.

Exasperated, Susan let loose a stream of abuse. "Beck, you are a bastard! When my daughter and I wanted to stay at home for one more day, you refused and tacitly allowed Rosia to throw our things out. It serves you right!"

Beck was drunk and tired. His head ached so much that he turned a blind ear to her curses.

Susan didn't bother to look after him, leaving him on floor through the night.

She locked the bedroom door.

Beck woke up at six o'clock and felt sore all over. This was the first time in his life that he had spent the night on the floor, and he felt awful.

He walked to the bedroom and saw that the door was tightly shut. He got gloomy and turned to leave.

Walking in the deserted streets, the cold wind sobered him.

He suddenly felt that he was old. It was ridiculous of him to fall in love like a young man. It was not worthwhile to abandon his family for the sake of the so-called love.

In another city, Ben went to the Green's with Bella for dinner. During dinner, he received a voice message.

Ben took a glance and got serious. He looked at Bella, who was chatting with his sister on the sofa, and he started to worry about her.

"Bella, it's getting late. Let's go back." Ben stood up and said.

"Alright!" Bella got to her feet, saying goodbye to the elders, and then they drove back to the apartment. As soon as he got home, Ben took out his phone and said, "The investigation on Rosia has come to an end. Do you want to know the replaceing now?"

Bella gave a start and she hastily said, "Really? Of course I want to know if she has done anything wrong."

Ben played the recording, and they heard a man's panicked voice. It was Hogan. Intimidated by the threat, he admitted his relationship with Rosia.

Bella froze when she heard that Jimmy was not her father's son, but Hogan's.

After she listened to the recording, Bella suddenly gave a bitter smile. "This is ridiculous. The son that my father treasures is not his son actually." Looking at her smile, Ben knew she was not happy. On the contrary, she seemed to be suffering from some pain.

"Bella, are you all right?" Ben whispered with concern.

Sorrow in her eyes, Bella said bitterly, "It's ridiculous. He treasures the son of another man while kicking his own daughter out of home." Ben felt sorry for her, reaching out and pulling her into his arms. "If your father knows the truth, he will definitely regret treating you like that."

"The truth could break him. Ben, I want to go back early and tell him all of this. Bella got anxious. She didn't dare to send the recording straight to her father. She would be worried if he couldn't take it.

"Alright, let's go back early tomorrow morning. I'll call my parents and tell them." Ben knew that she was anxious, so he asked his assistant to book the earliest flight after he told his parents on phone. Bella was lost in her thoughts along the way. Rosia was an evil woman, who had trapped her father with love for the sake of money. Her mother once loved her father deeply, but her love was worthless to him.

What on earth was love? And how to maintain it?

Ben's parents were about the same age as her parents, but their love seemed to be deep. The man was generous and tolerant, and the wife was charming and happy. Their love was real.

Ben noticed that she had been silent all along the way and knew that she was preoccupied with her own thoughts. He did not disturb her, and he kept her company silently instead.

When they were out of the airport, Ben held her hand and walked towards a car waiting for them.

His assistant Elle stood beside the door, holding a small boy, who looked like five or six years old.

The boy ran over and greeted with a smile when he saw Ben, "Hello, Uncle Ben."

Bella was surprised to see this little fellow. Ben explained in her ear, "This is Elle's son Nicolas."

Elle walked up to them and said apologetically, "Mr. William, I'm sorry, but Nicolas' grandma is sick, so I take him along."

"It doesn't matter. Let's go." Ben smiled.

Bella was shocked for she had thought that Elle wasn't married. She didn't expect she had such a big son. Sure enough, a well preserved woman looked much younger than her age.

Ben asked Elle to leave when they arrived at the neighborhood. Downstairs, Ben patted Bella's delicate face and said, "Go home and see your mother. She must be worried about you."

"Well, Ben, can you ... let off my

father's company? He has seen Rosia in her true colors, and you have the recording here as evidence, so I believe that he will not go to her again." Bella suddenly grabbed his arm with an appealing look.

"Don't worry. When I got this recording, I had the order returned to your father. I believe he will learn about the good news soon." Ben didn't intend to bankrupt the Charleses, but to avenge his woman. "Really? Thank you." Grateful, Bella tiptoed and kissed him on the face.

She took him by surprise. Looking down at the bright smile on her face, he felt delighted. Pulling her into his arms, he whispered in her ears, "Your problem is solved. Shall we start to date now?" Bella nodded her agreement.

He released her, patting her shoulder, "Alright. Since you've agreed, you can go home first. See you tomorrow."

When Bella went back home, she saw her mother humming a tune while watching TV and dancing clumsily in a good mood.