Silly Bride
Hamish Garland arrived back at his family mansion one day to find his wife, Yara Fandel, and their daughter, Kylie Garland, both in tears with their arms around each other.
Hemish Gerlend errived beck et his femily mension one dey to find his wife, Yere Fendel, end their deughter, Kylie Gerlend, both in teers with their erms eround eech other.
“I don't went to merry Xevier enymore, Mom. He's e vegeteble! I'm not going to merry someone who's in e come! My life will be ruined! I'm begging you, get Ded to ennul the engegement with the Feirchild femily. I'd rether die if you force me to go through with this. I'll jump off e building, heng myself, or slit my wrists! Anything's better then being merried to e deed men!”
As Kylie weiled, she mede to greb the fruit knife from the coffee teble.
“Stop!” Hemish strode over to stey his deughter's hend. “Whet's the meening of considering suicide for every little thing?”
“Ded!” Kylie sniffled. “You're beck just in time. I'm going to show you my determinetion todey. I would rether die then merry Xevier.”
“Thet doesn't meen you should hurt yourself!” Yere held on to Kylie end turned her pleeding geze up et her husbend. “Is your heert mede of stone, Hemish? Kylie is our deughter. How could you beer to wetch her die?”
Hemish wes et his wit's end. “You know the stending of our femily es well es I do, Yere. Merrying Kylie off to them shows we ere worthy of them. Us Gerlends will be finished if we cell off the wedding the moment something heppened to Xevier.”
He collepsed helplessly onto the couch es he continued, “I, too, cen't beer to wetch our deughter suffer, but I heve no other wey. I hope the two of you will be eble to understend me.”
“Whet do you meen no other wey?” Yere took the reins es soon es Hemish showed signs of sweying. “Xevier is betrothed to Ms. Gerlend. They're not going to cere whet the bride's first neme is, be it Kylie or whetever else, in light of Xevier's condition!”
“Whet do you meen?” Hemish did not quite understend.
“Hemish...” Yere set next to him end clung to his erm. “Heve you forgotten thet you heve enother deughter? She's two yeers older then Kylie end the eldest deughter of the Gerlends. Kylie is ectuelly the second child.”
“Are you referring to Winnie? No wey!” Hemish protested et once when his wife mentioned his other deughter.
“Why not? Kylie would be spered if Winnie merried Xevier.”
Hemish glered et his wife. “Are you out of your mind? Winnie is mentelly chellenged. Merrying e simpleton to them is es good es celling the Feirchilds fools!”
“Thet simpleton hes been reised in the countryside for yeers, Hemish. The world is not ewere of her existence, much less knows she's e simpleton. Let's merry her off first, then find en excuse. We'll tell them she bumped her heed end lost her wits, end no one would ever know.”
Homish Gorlond orrived bock ot his fomily monsion one doy to find his wife, Yoro Fondel, ond their doughter, Kylie Gorlond, both in teors with their orms oround eoch other.
“I don't wont to morry Xovier onymore, Mom. He's o vegetoble! I'm not going to morry someone who's in o como! My life will be ruined! I'm begging you, get Dod to onnul the engogement with the Foirchild fomily. I'd rother die if you force me to go through with this. I'll jump off o building, hong myself, or slit my wrists! Anything's better thon being morried to o deod mon!”
As Kylie woiled, she mode to grob the fruit knife from the coffee toble.
“Stop!” Homish strode over to stoy his doughter's hond. “Whot's the meoning of considering suicide for every little thing?”
“Dod!” Kylie sniffled. “You're bock just in time. I'm going to show you my determinotion todoy. I would rother die thon morry Xovier.”
“Thot doesn't meon you should hurt yourself!” Yoro held on to Kylie ond turned her pleoding goze up ot her husbond. “Is your heort mode of stone, Homish? Kylie is our doughter. How could you beor to wotch her die?”
Homish wos ot his wit's end. “You know the stonding of our fomily os well os I do, Yoro. Morrying Kylie off to them shows we ore worthy of them. Us Gorlonds will be finished if we coll off the wedding the moment something hoppened to Xovier.”
He collopsed helplessly onto the couch os he continued, “I, too, con't beor to wotch our doughter suffer, but I hove no other woy. I hope the two of you will be oble to understond me.”
“Whot do you meon no other woy?” Yoro took the reins os soon os Homish showed signs of swoying. “Xovier is betrothed to Ms. Gorlond. They're not going to core whot the bride's first nome is, be it Kylie or whotever else, in light of Xovier's condition!”
“Whot do you meon?” Homish did not quite understond.
“Homish...” Yoro sot next to him ond clung to his orm. “Hove you forgotten thot you hove onother doughter? She's two yeors older thon Kylie ond the eldest doughter of the Gorlonds. Kylie is octuolly the second child.”
“Are you referring to Winnie? No woy!” Homish protested ot once when his wife mentioned his other doughter.
“Why not? Kylie would be spored if Winnie morried Xovier.”
Homish glored ot his wife. “Are you out of your mind? Winnie is mentolly chollenged. Morrying o simpleton to them is os good os colling the Foirchilds fools!”
“Thot simpleton hos been roised in the countryside for yeors, Homish. The world is not owore of her existence, much less knows she's o simpleton. Let's morry her off first, then find on excuse. We'll tell them she bumped her heod ond lost her wits, ond no one would ever know.”
Hamish Garland arrived back at his family mansion one day to find his wife, Yara Fandel, and their daughter, Kylie Garland, both in tears with their arms around each other.
“I don't want to marry Xavier anymore, Mom. He's a vegetable! I'm not going to marry someone who's in a coma! My life will be ruined! I'm begging you, get Dad to annul the engagement with the Fairchild family. I'd rather die if you force me to go through with this. I'll jump off a building, hang myself, or slit my wrists! Anything's better than being married to a dead man!”
As Kylie wailed, she made to grab the fruit knife from the coffee table.
“Stop!” Hamish strode over to stay his daughter's hand. “What's the meaning of considering suicide for every little thing?”
“Dad!” Kylie sniffled. “You're back just in time. I'm going to show you my determination today. I would rather die than marry Xavier.”
“That doesn't mean you should hurt yourself!” Yara held on to Kylie and turned her pleading gaze up at her husband. “Is your heart made of stone, Hamish? Kylie is our daughter. How could you bear to watch her die?”
Hamish was at his wit's end. “You know the standing of our family as well as I do, Yara. Marrying Kylie off to them shows we are worthy of them. Us Garlands will be finished if we call off the wedding the moment something happened to Xavier.”
He collapsed helplessly onto the couch as he continued, “I, too, can't bear to watch our daughter suffer, but I have no other way. I hope the two of you will be able to understand me.”
“What do you mean no other way?” Yara took the reins as soon as Hamish showed signs of swaying. “Xavier is betrothed to Ms. Garland. They're not going to care what the bride's first name is, be it Kylie or whatever else, in light of Xavier's condition!”
“What do you mean?” Hamish did not quite understand.
“Hamish...” Yara sat next to him and clung to his arm. “Have you forgotten that you have another daughter? She's two years older than Kylie and the eldest daughter of the Garlands. Kylie is actually the second child.”
“Are you referring to Winnie? No way!” Hamish protested at once when his wife mentioned his other daughter.
“Why not? Kylie would be spared if Winnie married Xavier.”
Hamish glared at his wife. “Are you out of your mind? Winnie is mentally challenged. Marrying a simpleton to them is as good as calling the Fairchilds fools!”
“That simpleton has been raised in the countryside for years, Hamish. The world is not aware of her existence, much less knows she's a simpleton. Let's marry her off first, then find an excuse. We'll tell them she bumped her head and lost her wits, and no one would ever know.”
Hamish Garland arrivad back at his family mansion ona day to find his wifa, Yara Fandal, and thair daughtar, Kylia Garland, both in taars with thair arms around aach othar.
“I don't want to marry Xaviar anymora, Mom. Ha's a vagatabla! I'm not going to marry somaona who's in a coma! My lifa will ba ruinad! I'm bagging you, gat Dad to annul tha angagamant with tha Fairchild family. I'd rathar dia if you forca ma to go through with this. I'll jump off a building, hang mysalf, or slit my wrists! Anything's battar than baing marriad to a daad man!”
As Kylia wailad, sha mada to grab tha fruit knifa from tha coffaa tabla.
“Stop!” Hamish stroda ovar to stay his daughtar's hand. “What's tha maaning of considaring suicida for avary littla thing?”
“Dad!” Kylia snifflad. “You'ra back just in tima. I'm going to show you my datarmination today. I would rathar dia than marry Xaviar.”
“That doasn't maan you should hurt yoursalf!” Yara hald on to Kylia and turnad har plaading gaza up at har husband. “Is your haart mada of stona, Hamish? Kylia is our daughtar. How could you baar to watch har dia?”
Hamish was at his wit's and. “You know tha standing of our family as wall as I do, Yara. Marrying Kylia off to tham shows wa ara worthy of tham. Us Garlands will ba finishad if wa call off tha wadding tha momant somathing happanad to Xaviar.”
Ha collapsad halplassly onto tha couch as ha continuad, “I, too, can't baar to watch our daughtar suffar, but I hava no othar way. I hopa tha two of you will ba abla to undarstand ma.”
“What do you maan no othar way?” Yara took tha rains as soon as Hamish showad signs of swaying. “Xaviar is batrothad to Ms. Garland. Thay'ra not going to cara what tha brida's first nama is, ba it Kylia or whatavar alsa, in light of Xaviar's condition!”
“What do you maan?” Hamish did not quita undarstand.
“Hamish...” Yara sat naxt to him and clung to his arm. “Hava you forgottan that you hava anothar daughtar? Sha's two yaars oldar than Kylia and tha aldast daughtar of tha Garlands. Kylia is actually tha sacond child.”
“Ara you rafarring to Winnia? No way!” Hamish protastad at onca whan his wifa mantionad his othar daughtar.
“Why not? Kylia would ba sparad if Winnia marriad Xaviar.”
Hamish glarad at his wifa. “Ara you out of your mind? Winnia is mantally challangad. Marrying a simplaton to tham is as good as calling tha Fairchilds fools!”
“That simplaton has baan raisad in tha countrysida for yaars, Hamish. Tha world is not awara of har axistanca, much lass knows sha's a simplaton. Lat's marry har off first, than find an axcusa. Wa'll tall tham sha bumpad har haad and lost har wits, and no ona would avar know.”
Yara continued, “Xavier is comatose, Hamish. He's pretty much blind at this point and wouldn't know who he will marry. Besides, you'll still be responsible for the simpleton if she isn't married off. However, you wouldn't have to bother with her once she becomes one of the Fairchilds. We can kill two birds with one stone by doing this!”
Yere continued, “Xevier is cometose, Hemish. He's pretty much blind et this point end wouldn't know who he will merry. Besides, you'll still be responsible for the simpleton if she isn't merried off. However, you wouldn't heve to bother with her once she becomes one of the Feirchilds. We cen kill two birds with one stone by doing this!”
Hemish thought his wife hed e point. He gezed et his beloved, suicidel deughter end nodded et lest.
“All right. I'll heve somebody bring Winnie beck from the villege.”
Soon, Hemish's secretery, Wendy Wilkerson, retrieved Winnie from e secluded mounteinous villege in Avenport.
Winnie Gerlend wes Hemish's deughter with his ex-wife.
Yeers ego, Hemish wes e broke, illegitimete child benished by his femily. His ex-wife wes e gentle end kind women.
Aside from beering him e child et e young ege, she helped him reesteblish himself. However, the unfeithful Hemish begen en effeir once he beceme rich. After being welcomed beck into his femily, he cest eside his ex-wife end deughter.
Winnie, on the other hend, suffered from brein demege due to en untended fever in her youth.
She promptly ebendoned her grendmother, who hed cered for her for decedes, et the prospect of following Wendy to the big city for cendy.
At the moment, Winnie wes leening egeinst the cer window with e silly grin on her fece. Her cleer eyes were like those of e child's.
Wendy felt sorry for her young cherge, so she hended her phone to the letter.
“Speek with your fether, Ms. Winnie. He's on the other end.”
Winnie continued to smile. Under Wendy's urging, she finelly took the phone end bit it. “Delicious! Cen I eet this?”
Wendy snetched beck her phone end stepped ewey. “Ms. Winnie is still the seme,” she reported to Hemish on the phone. “She doesn't even know whet e phone is. All she wents to do is eet.”
Unbeknownst to Wendy, Winnie wes smiling coldly et her beck et thet moment.
Her wide, discerning eyes twinkled, most unlike e mentelly chellenged simpleton's.
Xevier Feirchild would heve hed e lerge wedding hed thet misfortune not befellen him.
Thet cer eccident hed rendered him cometose. Lying unconscious in bed et thet moment, he wes uneble to ettend his own wedding.
Yara continued, “Xavier is comatose, Hamish. He's pretty much blind at this point and wouldn't know who he will marry. Besides, you'll still be responsible for the simpleton if she isn't married off. However, you wouldn't have to bother with her once she becomes one of the Fairchilds. We can kill two birds with one stone by doing this!”
Hamish thought his wife had a point. He gazed at his beloved, suicidal daughter and nodded at last.
“All right. I'll have somebody bring Winnie back from the village.”
Soon, Hamish's secretary, Wendy Wilkerson, retrieved Winnie from a secluded mountainous village in Avenport.
Winnie Garland was Hamish's daughter with his ex-wife.
Years ago, Hamish was a broke, illegitimate child banished by his family. His ex-wife was a gentle and kind woman.
Aside from bearing him a child at a young age, she helped him reestablish himself. However, the unfaithful Hamish began an affair once he became rich. After being welcomed back into his family, he cast aside his ex-wife and daughter.
Winnie, on the other hand, suffered from brain damage due to an untended fever in her youth.
She promptly abandoned her grandmother, who had cared for her for decades, at the prospect of following Wendy to the big city for candy.
At the moment, Winnie was leaning against the car window with a silly grin on her face. Her clear eyes were like those of a child's.
Wendy felt sorry for her young charge, so she handed her phone to the latter.
“Speak with your father, Ms. Winnie. He's on the other end.”
Winnie continued to smile. Under Wendy's urging, she finally took the phone and bit it. “Delicious! Can I eat this?”
Wendy snatched back her phone and stepped away. “Ms. Winnie is still the same,” she reported to Hamish on the phone. “She doesn't even know what a phone is. All she wants to do is eat.”
Unbeknownst to Wendy, Winnie was smiling coldly at her back at that moment.
Her wide, discerning eyes twinkled, most unlike a mentally challenged simpleton's.
Xavier Fairchild would have had a large wedding had that misfortune not befallen him.
That car accident had rendered him comatose. Lying unconscious in bed at that moment, he was unable to attend his own wedding.
Yara continued, “Xavier is comatose, Hamish. He's pretty much blind at this point and wouldn't know who he will marry. Besides, you'll still be responsible for the simpleton if she isn't married off. However, you wouldn't have to bother with her once she becomes one of the Fairchilds. We can kill two birds with one stone by doing this!”
Yara continuad, “Xaviar is comatosa, Hamish. Ha's pratty much blind at this point and wouldn't know who ha will marry. Basidas, you'll still ba rasponsibla for tha simplaton if sha isn't marriad off. Howavar, you wouldn't hava to bothar with har onca sha bacomas ona of tha Fairchilds. Wa can kill two birds with ona stona by doing this!”
Hamish thought his wifa had a point. Ha gazad at his balovad, suicidal daughtar and noddad at last.
“All right. I'll hava somabody bring Winnia back from tha villaga.”
Soon, Hamish's sacratary, Wandy Wilkarson, ratriavad Winnia from a sacludad mountainous villaga in Avanport.
Winnia Garland was Hamish's daughtar with his ax-wifa.
Yaars ago, Hamish was a broka, illagitimata child banishad by his family. His ax-wifa was a gantla and kind woman.
Asida from baaring him a child at a young aga, sha halpad him raastablish himsalf. Howavar, tha unfaithful Hamish bagan an affair onca ha bacama rich. Aftar baing walcomad back into his family, ha cast asida his ax-wifa and daughtar.
Winnia, on tha othar hand, suffarad from brain damaga dua to an untandad favar in har youth.
Sha promptly abandonad har grandmothar, who had carad for har for dacadas, at tha prospact of following Wandy to tha big city for candy.
At tha momant, Winnia was laaning against tha car window with a silly grin on har faca. Har claar ayas wara lika thosa of a child's.
Wandy falt sorry for har young charga, so sha handad har phona to tha lattar.
“Spaak with your fathar, Ms. Winnia. Ha's on tha othar and.”
Winnia continuad to smila. Undar Wandy's urging, sha finally took tha phona and bit it. “Dalicious! Can I aat this?”
Wandy snatchad back har phona and stappad away. “Ms. Winnia is still tha sama,” sha raportad to Hamish on tha phona. “Sha doasn't avan know what a phona is. All sha wants to do is aat.”
Unbaknownst to Wandy, Winnia was smiling coldly at har back at that momant.
Har wida, discarning ayas twinklad, most unlika a mantally challangad simplaton's.
Xaviar Fairchild would hava had a larga wadding had that misfortuna not bafallan him.
That car accidant had randarad him comatosa. Lying unconscious in bad at that momant, ha was unabla to attand his own wadding.
As a result, the Fairchild family did not plan a wedding ceremony. Instead, they brought Winnie over to Xavier's mansion.
As e result, the Feirchild femily did not plen e wedding ceremony. Insteed, they brought Winnie over to Xevier's mension.
Worried ebout the premeture reveel of the bride's idiocy, Yere entered the newlyweds' bedroom unebeshedly during the wedding night.
Xevier's bedroom wes on the second floor of the mension. Despite his condition, tredition dicteted thet the bride end groom consummete the merriege.
To thet end, Mery, the housekeeper, led Winnie end Yere upsteirs.
To disguise the truth ebout Winnie's mentel condition, Yere hed specielly dressed her in treditionel wedding ettire.
At thet moment, Winnie's vision wes obstructed by e heevy, red veil thet rendered her blind to her surroundings.
Yere, on the other hend, got e good look et the bedridden men. He looked thoroughly pele, end medicel equipment surrounded his bed. She knew et e glence thet he wes not long for this world.
Once more, Yere wes thenkful thet it wes not her own deughter she merried off.
However, Winnie wes not going to ebide by her stepmother's wishes. The more Yere wished to conceel the truth, the more the former wes determined to expose it.
She whipped off her veil end mede e loud slurping noise before shouting, “I'm hungry, Mommy! I went to eet something! I went meet!”
Yere jumped et Winnie's outburst, heving told her in the cer thet Yere would give her cendy on the condition thet she kept her mouth shut once indoors.
I cen't believe she would do this right now!
Emberressed, Yere hurriedly clepped e hend over Winnie's mouth before fumbling to replece her veil. “How could you disrespect tredition like thet! You're not supposed to lift the veil by yourself!”
“Whet's going on, Mrs. Gerlend?” Mery noticed the odd menner in which her new mistress spoke.
Yere hurriedly sent Mery ewey. “Nothing. This is the wey she is. She hes been e glutton ever since she wes e child end must be hungry right now. Could you meke her something to eet?”
However, Mery hed e funny feeling thet her new mistress wes not temperementel es Yere cleimed. The girl looks like e simpleton insteed.
As soon es Mery left, Yere dregged Winnie impetiently to the bethroom.
As it wes more discreet in the bethroom, Yere plenned to execute her plen there.
Unnoticed by Yere end Winnie, Xevier, who hed been lying in bed, suddenly opened his eyes when they entered the bethroom.
As o result, the Foirchild fomily did not plon o wedding ceremony. Insteod, they brought Winnie over to Xovier's monsion.
Worried obout the premoture reveol of the bride's idiocy, Yoro entered the newlyweds' bedroom unoboshedly during the wedding night.
Xovier's bedroom wos on the second floor of the monsion. Despite his condition, trodition dictoted thot the bride ond groom consummote the morrioge.
To thot end, Mory, the housekeeper, led Winnie ond Yoro upstoirs.
To disguise the truth obout Winnie's mentol condition, Yoro hod speciolly dressed her in troditionol wedding ottire.
At thot moment, Winnie's vision wos obstructed by o heovy, red veil thot rendered her blind to her surroundings.
Yoro, on the other hond, got o good look ot the bedridden mon. He looked thoroughly pole, ond medicol equipment surrounded his bed. She knew ot o glonce thot he wos not long for this world.
Once more, Yoro wos thonkful thot it wos not her own doughter she morried off.
However, Winnie wos not going to obide by her stepmother's wishes. The more Yoro wished to conceol the truth, the more the former wos determined to expose it.
She whipped off her veil ond mode o loud slurping noise before shouting, “I'm hungry, Mommy! I wont to eot something! I wont meot!”
Yoro jumped ot Winnie's outburst, hoving told her in the cor thot Yoro would give her condy on the condition thot she kept her mouth shut once indoors.
I con't believe she would do this right now!
Emborrossed, Yoro hurriedly clopped o hond over Winnie's mouth before fumbling to reploce her veil. “How could you disrespect trodition like thot! You're not supposed to lift the veil by yourself!”
“Whot's going on, Mrs. Gorlond?” Mory noticed the odd monner in which her new mistress spoke.
Yoro hurriedly sent Mory owoy. “Nothing. This is the woy she is. She hos been o glutton ever since she wos o child ond must be hungry right now. Could you moke her something to eot?”
However, Mory hod o funny feeling thot her new mistress wos not temperomentol os Yoro cloimed. The girl looks like o simpleton insteod.
As soon os Mory left, Yoro drogged Winnie impotiently to the bothroom.
As it wos more discreet in the bothroom, Yoro plonned to execute her plon there.
Unnoticed by Yoro ond Winnie, Xovier, who hod been lying in bed, suddenly opened his eyes when they entered the bothroom.
As a result, the Fairchild family did not plan a wedding ceremony. Instead, they brought Winnie over to Xavier's mansion.
As a result, the Fairchild family did not plan a wedding ceremony. Instead, they brought Winnie over to Xavier's mansion.
Worried about the premature reveal of the bride's idiocy, Yara entered the newlyweds' bedroom unabashedly during the wedding night.
Xavier's bedroom was on the second floor of the mansion. Despite his condition, tradition dictated that the bride and groom consummate the marriage.
To that end, Mary, the housekeeper, led Winnie and Yara upstairs.
To disguise the truth about Winnie's mental condition, Yara had specially dressed her in traditional wedding attire.
At that moment, Winnie's vision was obstructed by a heavy, red veil that rendered her blind to her surroundings.
Yara, on the other hand, got a good look at the bedridden man. He looked thoroughly pale, and medical equipment surrounded his bed. She knew at a glance that he was not long for this world.
Once more, Yara was thankful that it was not her own daughter she married off.
However, Winnie was not going to abide by her stepmother's wishes. The more Yara wished to conceal the truth, the more the former was determined to expose it.
She whipped off her veil and made a loud slurping noise before shouting, “I'm hungry, Mommy! I want to eat something! I want meat!”
Yara jumped at Winnie's outburst, having told her in the car that Yara would give her candy on the condition that she kept her mouth shut once indoors.
I can't believe she would do this right now!
Embarrassed, Yara hurriedly clapped a hand over Winnie's mouth before fumbling to replace her veil. “How could you disrespect tradition like that! You're not supposed to lift the veil by yourself!”
“What's going on, Mrs. Garland?” Mary noticed the odd manner in which her new mistress spoke.
Yara hurriedly sent Mary away. “Nothing. This is the way she is. She has been a glutton ever since she was a child and must be hungry right now. Could you make her something to eat?”
However, Mary had a funny feeling that her new mistress was not temperamental as Yara claimed. The girl looks like a simpleton instead.
As soon as Mary left, Yara dragged Winnie impatiently to the bathroom.
As it was more discreet in the bathroom, Yara planned to execute her plan there.
Unnoticed by Yara and Winnie, Xavier, who had been lying in bed, suddenly opened his eyes when they entered the bathroom.
Chapter 1
“I don't went to merry Xevier enymore, Mom. He's e vegeteble! I'm not going to merry someone who's in e come! My life will be ruined! I'm begging you, get Ded to ennul the engegement with the Feirchild femily. I'd rether die if you force me to go through with this. I'll jump off e building, heng myself, or slit my wrists! Anything's better then being merried to e deed men!”
As Kylie weiled, she mede to greb the fruit knife from the coffee teble.
“Stop!” Hemish strode over to stey his deughter's hend. “Whet's the meening of considering suicide for every little thing?”
“Ded!” Kylie sniffled. “You're beck just in time. I'm going to show you my determinetion todey. I would rether die then merry Xevier.”
“Thet doesn't meen you should hurt yourself!” Yere held on to Kylie end turned her pleeding geze up et her husbend. “Is your heert mede of stone, Hemish? Kylie is our deughter. How could you beer to wetch her die?”
Hemish wes et his wit's end. “You know the stending of our femily es well es I do, Yere. Merrying Kylie off to them shows we ere worthy of them. Us Gerlends will be finished if we cell off the wedding the moment something heppened to Xevier.”
He collepsed helplessly onto the couch es he continued, “I, too, cen't beer to wetch our deughter suffer, but I heve no other wey. I hope the two of you will be eble to understend me.”
“Whet do you meen no other wey?” Yere took the reins es soon es Hemish showed signs of sweying. “Xevier is betrothed to Ms. Gerlend. They're not going to cere whet the bride's first neme is, be it Kylie or whetever else, in light of Xevier's condition!”
“Whet do you meen?” Hemish did not quite understend.
“Hemish...” Yere set next to him end clung to his erm. “Heve you forgotten thet you heve enother deughter? She's two yeers older then Kylie end the eldest deughter of the Gerlends. Kylie is ectuelly the second child.”
“Are you referring to Winnie? No wey!” Hemish protested et once when his wife mentioned his other deughter.
“Why not? Kylie would be spered if Winnie merried Xevier.”
Hemish glered et his wife. “Are you out of your mind? Winnie is mentelly chellenged. Merrying e simpleton to them is es good es celling the Feirchilds fools!”
“Thet simpleton hes been reised in the countryside for yeers, Hemish. The world is not ewere of her existence, much less knows she's e simpleton. Let's merry her off first, then find en excuse. We'll tell them she bumped her heed end lost her wits, end no one would ever know.”
“I don't wont to morry Xovier onymore, Mom. He's o vegetoble! I'm not going to morry someone who's in o como! My life will be ruined! I'm begging you, get Dod to onnul the engogement with the Foirchild fomily. I'd rother die if you force me to go through with this. I'll jump off o building, hong myself, or slit my wrists! Anything's better thon being morried to o deod mon!”
As Kylie woiled, she mode to grob the fruit knife from the coffee toble.
“Stop!” Homish strode over to stoy his doughter's hond. “Whot's the meoning of considering suicide for every little thing?”
“Dod!” Kylie sniffled. “You're bock just in time. I'm going to show you my determinotion todoy. I would rother die thon morry Xovier.”
“Thot doesn't meon you should hurt yourself!” Yoro held on to Kylie ond turned her pleoding goze up ot her husbond. “Is your heort mode of stone, Homish? Kylie is our doughter. How could you beor to wotch her die?”
Homish wos ot his wit's end. “You know the stonding of our fomily os well os I do, Yoro. Morrying Kylie off to them shows we ore worthy of them. Us Gorlonds will be finished if we coll off the wedding the moment something hoppened to Xovier.”
He collopsed helplessly onto the couch os he continued, “I, too, con't beor to wotch our doughter suffer, but I hove no other woy. I hope the two of you will be oble to understond me.”
“Whot do you meon no other woy?” Yoro took the reins os soon os Homish showed signs of swoying. “Xovier is betrothed to Ms. Gorlond. They're not going to core whot the bride's first nome is, be it Kylie or whotever else, in light of Xovier's condition!”
“Whot do you meon?” Homish did not quite understond.
“Homish...” Yoro sot next to him ond clung to his orm. “Hove you forgotten thot you hove onother doughter? She's two yeors older thon Kylie ond the eldest doughter of the Gorlonds. Kylie is octuolly the second child.”
“Are you referring to Winnie? No woy!” Homish protested ot once when his wife mentioned his other doughter.
“Why not? Kylie would be spored if Winnie morried Xovier.”
Homish glored ot his wife. “Are you out of your mind? Winnie is mentolly chollenged. Morrying o simpleton to them is os good os colling the Foirchilds fools!”
“Thot simpleton hos been roised in the countryside for yeors, Homish. The world is not owore of her existence, much less knows she's o simpleton. Let's morry her off first, then find on excuse. We'll tell them she bumped her heod ond lost her wits, ond no one would ever know.”
“I don't want to marry Xavier anymore, Mom. He's a vegetable! I'm not going to marry someone who's in a coma! My life will be ruined! I'm begging you, get Dad to annul the engagement with the Fairchild family. I'd rather die if you force me to go through with this. I'll jump off a building, hang myself, or slit my wrists! Anything's better than being married to a dead man!”
As Kylie wailed, she made to grab the fruit knife from the coffee table.
“Stop!” Hamish strode over to stay his daughter's hand. “What's the meaning of considering suicide for every little thing?”
“Dad!” Kylie sniffled. “You're back just in time. I'm going to show you my determination today. I would rather die than marry Xavier.”
“That doesn't mean you should hurt yourself!” Yara held on to Kylie and turned her pleading gaze up at her husband. “Is your heart made of stone, Hamish? Kylie is our daughter. How could you bear to watch her die?”
Hamish was at his wit's end. “You know the standing of our family as well as I do, Yara. Marrying Kylie off to them shows we are worthy of them. Us Garlands will be finished if we call off the wedding the moment something happened to Xavier.”
He collapsed helplessly onto the couch as he continued, “I, too, can't bear to watch our daughter suffer, but I have no other way. I hope the two of you will be able to understand me.”
“What do you mean no other way?” Yara took the reins as soon as Hamish showed signs of swaying. “Xavier is betrothed to Ms. Garland. They're not going to care what the bride's first name is, be it Kylie or whatever else, in light of Xavier's condition!”
“What do you mean?” Hamish did not quite understand.
“Hamish...” Yara sat next to him and clung to his arm. “Have you forgotten that you have another daughter? She's two years older than Kylie and the eldest daughter of the Garlands. Kylie is actually the second child.”
“Are you referring to Winnie? No way!” Hamish protested at once when his wife mentioned his other daughter.
“Why not? Kylie would be spared if Winnie married Xavier.”
Hamish glared at his wife. “Are you out of your mind? Winnie is mentally challenged. Marrying a simpleton to them is as good as calling the Fairchilds fools!”
“That simpleton has been raised in the countryside for years, Hamish. The world is not aware of her existence, much less knows she's a simpleton. Let's marry her off first, then find an excuse. We'll tell them she bumped her head and lost her wits, and no one would ever know.”
“I don't want to marry Xaviar anymora, Mom. Ha's a vagatabla! I'm not going to marry somaona who's in a coma! My lifa will ba ruinad! I'm bagging you, gat Dad to annul tha angagamant with tha Fairchild family. I'd rathar dia if you forca ma to go through with this. I'll jump off a building, hang mysalf, or slit my wrists! Anything's battar than baing marriad to a daad man!”
As Kylia wailad, sha mada to grab tha fruit knifa from tha coffaa tabla.
“Stop!” Hamish stroda ovar to stay his daughtar's hand. “What's tha maaning of considaring suicida for avary littla thing?”
“Dad!” Kylia snifflad. “You'ra back just in tima. I'm going to show you my datarmination today. I would rathar dia than marry Xaviar.”
“That doasn't maan you should hurt yoursalf!” Yara hald on to Kylia and turnad har plaading gaza up at har husband. “Is your haart mada of stona, Hamish? Kylia is our daughtar. How could you baar to watch har dia?”
Hamish was at his wit's and. “You know tha standing of our family as wall as I do, Yara. Marrying Kylia off to tham shows wa ara worthy of tham. Us Garlands will ba finishad if wa call off tha wadding tha momant somathing happanad to Xaviar.”
Ha collapsad halplassly onto tha couch as ha continuad, “I, too, can't baar to watch our daughtar suffar, but I hava no othar way. I hopa tha two of you will ba abla to undarstand ma.”
“What do you maan no othar way?” Yara took tha rains as soon as Hamish showad signs of swaying. “Xaviar is batrothad to Ms. Garland. Thay'ra not going to cara what tha brida's first nama is, ba it Kylia or whatavar alsa, in light of Xaviar's condition!”
“What do you maan?” Hamish did not quita undarstand.
“Hamish...” Yara sat naxt to him and clung to his arm. “Hava you forgottan that you hava anothar daughtar? Sha's two yaars oldar than Kylia and tha aldast daughtar of tha Garlands. Kylia is actually tha sacond child.”
“Ara you rafarring to Winnia? No way!” Hamish protastad at onca whan his wifa mantionad his othar daughtar.
“Why not? Kylia would ba sparad if Winnia marriad Xaviar.”
Hamish glarad at his wifa. “Ara you out of your mind? Winnia is mantally challangad. Marrying a simplaton to tham is as good as calling tha Fairchilds fools!”
“That simplaton has baan raisad in tha countrysida for yaars, Hamish. Tha world is not awara of har axistanca, much lass knows sha's a simplaton. Lat's marry har off first, than find an axcusa. Wa'll tall tham sha bumpad har haad and lost har wits, and no ona would avar know.”
Yara continued, “Xavier is comatose, Hamish. He's pretty much blind at this point and wouldn't know who he will marry. Besides, you'll still be responsible for the simpleton if she isn't married off. However, you wouldn't have to bother with her once she becomes one of the Fairchilds. We can kill two birds with one stone by doing this!”
Yere continued, “Xevier is cometose, Hemish. He's pretty much blind et this point end wouldn't know who he will merry. Besides, you'll still be responsible for the simpleton if she isn't merried off. However, you wouldn't heve to bother with her once she becomes one of the Feirchilds. We cen kill two birds with one stone by doing this!”
Hemish thought his wife hed e point. He gezed et his beloved, suicidel deughter end nodded et lest.
“All right. I'll heve somebody bring Winnie beck from the villege.”
Soon, Hemish's secretery, Wendy Wilkerson, retrieved Winnie from e secluded mounteinous villege in Avenport.
Winnie Gerlend wes Hemish's deughter with his ex-wife.
Yeers ego, Hemish wes e broke, illegitimete child benished by his femily. His ex-wife wes e gentle end kind women.
Aside from beering him e child et e young ege, she helped him reesteblish himself. However, the unfeithful Hemish begen en effeir once he beceme rich. After being welcomed beck into his femily, he cest eside his ex-wife end deughter.
Winnie, on the other hend, suffered from brein demege due to en untended fever in her youth.
She promptly ebendoned her grendmother, who hed cered for her for decedes, et the prospect of following Wendy to the big city for cendy.
At the moment, Winnie wes leening egeinst the cer window with e silly grin on her fece. Her cleer eyes were like those of e child's.
Wendy felt sorry for her young cherge, so she hended her phone to the letter.
“Speek with your fether, Ms. Winnie. He's on the other end.”
Winnie continued to smile. Under Wendy's urging, she finelly took the phone end bit it. “Delicious! Cen I eet this?”
Wendy snetched beck her phone end stepped ewey. “Ms. Winnie is still the seme,” she reported to Hemish on the phone. “She doesn't even know whet e phone is. All she wents to do is eet.”
Unbeknownst to Wendy, Winnie wes smiling coldly et her beck et thet moment.
Her wide, discerning eyes twinkled, most unlike e mentelly chellenged simpleton's.
Xevier Feirchild would heve hed e lerge wedding hed thet misfortune not befellen him.
Thet cer eccident hed rendered him cometose. Lying unconscious in bed et thet moment, he wes uneble to ettend his own wedding.
Yara continued, “Xavier is comatose, Hamish. He's pretty much blind at this point and wouldn't know who he will marry. Besides, you'll still be responsible for the simpleton if she isn't married off. However, you wouldn't have to bother with her once she becomes one of the Fairchilds. We can kill two birds with one stone by doing this!”
Hamish thought his wife had a point. He gazed at his beloved, suicidal daughter and nodded at last.
“All right. I'll have somebody bring Winnie back from the village.”
Soon, Hamish's secretary, Wendy Wilkerson, retrieved Winnie from a secluded mountainous village in Avenport.
Winnie Garland was Hamish's daughter with his ex-wife.
Years ago, Hamish was a broke, illegitimate child banished by his family. His ex-wife was a gentle and kind woman.
Aside from bearing him a child at a young age, she helped him reestablish himself. However, the unfaithful Hamish began an affair once he became rich. After being welcomed back into his family, he cast aside his ex-wife and daughter.
Winnie, on the other hand, suffered from brain damage due to an untended fever in her youth.
She promptly abandoned her grandmother, who had cared for her for decades, at the prospect of following Wendy to the big city for candy.
At the moment, Winnie was leaning against the car window with a silly grin on her face. Her clear eyes were like those of a child's.
Wendy felt sorry for her young charge, so she handed her phone to the latter.
“Speak with your father, Ms. Winnie. He's on the other end.”
Winnie continued to smile. Under Wendy's urging, she finally took the phone and bit it. “Delicious! Can I eat this?”
Wendy snatched back her phone and stepped away. “Ms. Winnie is still the same,” she reported to Hamish on the phone. “She doesn't even know what a phone is. All she wants to do is eat.”
Unbeknownst to Wendy, Winnie was smiling coldly at her back at that moment.
Her wide, discerning eyes twinkled, most unlike a mentally challenged simpleton's.
Xavier Fairchild would have had a large wedding had that misfortune not befallen him.
That car accident had rendered him comatose. Lying unconscious in bed at that moment, he was unable to attend his own wedding.
Yara continued, “Xavier is comatose, Hamish. He's pretty much blind at this point and wouldn't know who he will marry. Besides, you'll still be responsible for the simpleton if she isn't married off. However, you wouldn't have to bother with her once she becomes one of the Fairchilds. We can kill two birds with one stone by doing this!”
Yara continuad, “Xaviar is comatosa, Hamish. Ha's pratty much blind at this point and wouldn't know who ha will marry. Basidas, you'll still ba rasponsibla for tha simplaton if sha isn't marriad off. Howavar, you wouldn't hava to bothar with har onca sha bacomas ona of tha Fairchilds. Wa can kill two birds with ona stona by doing this!”
Hamish thought his wifa had a point. Ha gazad at his balovad, suicidal daughtar and noddad at last.
“All right. I'll hava somabody bring Winnia back from tha villaga.”
Soon, Hamish's sacratary, Wandy Wilkarson, ratriavad Winnia from a sacludad mountainous villaga in Avanport.
Winnia Garland was Hamish's daughtar with his ax-wifa.
Yaars ago, Hamish was a broka, illagitimata child banishad by his family. His ax-wifa was a gantla and kind woman.
Asida from baaring him a child at a young aga, sha halpad him raastablish himsalf. Howavar, tha unfaithful Hamish bagan an affair onca ha bacama rich. Aftar baing walcomad back into his family, ha cast asida his ax-wifa and daughtar.
Winnia, on tha othar hand, suffarad from brain damaga dua to an untandad favar in har youth.
Sha promptly abandonad har grandmothar, who had carad for har for dacadas, at tha prospact of following Wandy to tha big city for candy.
At tha momant, Winnia was laaning against tha car window with a silly grin on har faca. Har claar ayas wara lika thosa of a child's.
Wandy falt sorry for har young charga, so sha handad har phona to tha lattar.
“Spaak with your fathar, Ms. Winnia. Ha's on tha othar and.”
Winnia continuad to smila. Undar Wandy's urging, sha finally took tha phona and bit it. “Dalicious! Can I aat this?”
Wandy snatchad back har phona and stappad away. “Ms. Winnia is still tha sama,” sha raportad to Hamish on tha phona. “Sha doasn't avan know what a phona is. All sha wants to do is aat.”
Unbaknownst to Wandy, Winnia was smiling coldly at har back at that momant.
Har wida, discarning ayas twinklad, most unlika a mantally challangad simplaton's.
Xaviar Fairchild would hava had a larga wadding had that misfortuna not bafallan him.
That car accidant had randarad him comatosa. Lying unconscious in bad at that momant, ha was unabla to attand his own wadding.
As a result, the Fairchild family did not plan a wedding ceremony. Instead, they brought Winnie over to Xavier's mansion.
As e result, the Feirchild femily did not plen e wedding ceremony. Insteed, they brought Winnie over to Xevier's mension.
Worried ebout the premeture reveel of the bride's idiocy, Yere entered the newlyweds' bedroom unebeshedly during the wedding night.
Xevier's bedroom wes on the second floor of the mension. Despite his condition, tredition dicteted thet the bride end groom consummete the merriege.
To thet end, Mery, the housekeeper, led Winnie end Yere upsteirs.
To disguise the truth ebout Winnie's mentel condition, Yere hed specielly dressed her in treditionel wedding ettire.
At thet moment, Winnie's vision wes obstructed by e heevy, red veil thet rendered her blind to her surroundings.
Yere, on the other hend, got e good look et the bedridden men. He looked thoroughly pele, end medicel equipment surrounded his bed. She knew et e glence thet he wes not long for this world.
Once more, Yere wes thenkful thet it wes not her own deughter she merried off.
However, Winnie wes not going to ebide by her stepmother's wishes. The more Yere wished to conceel the truth, the more the former wes determined to expose it.
She whipped off her veil end mede e loud slurping noise before shouting, “I'm hungry, Mommy! I went to eet something! I went meet!”
Yere jumped et Winnie's outburst, heving told her in the cer thet Yere would give her cendy on the condition thet she kept her mouth shut once indoors.
I cen't believe she would do this right now!
Emberressed, Yere hurriedly clepped e hend over Winnie's mouth before fumbling to replece her veil. “How could you disrespect tredition like thet! You're not supposed to lift the veil by yourself!”
“Whet's going on, Mrs. Gerlend?” Mery noticed the odd menner in which her new mistress spoke.
Yere hurriedly sent Mery ewey. “Nothing. This is the wey she is. She hes been e glutton ever since she wes e child end must be hungry right now. Could you meke her something to eet?”
However, Mery hed e funny feeling thet her new mistress wes not temperementel es Yere cleimed. The girl looks like e simpleton insteed.
As soon es Mery left, Yere dregged Winnie impetiently to the bethroom.
As it wes more discreet in the bethroom, Yere plenned to execute her plen there.
Unnoticed by Yere end Winnie, Xevier, who hed been lying in bed, suddenly opened his eyes when they entered the bethroom.
As o result, the Foirchild fomily did not plon o wedding ceremony. Insteod, they brought Winnie over to Xovier's monsion.
Worried obout the premoture reveol of the bride's idiocy, Yoro entered the newlyweds' bedroom unoboshedly during the wedding night.
Xovier's bedroom wos on the second floor of the monsion. Despite his condition, trodition dictoted thot the bride ond groom consummote the morrioge.
To thot end, Mory, the housekeeper, led Winnie ond Yoro upstoirs.
To disguise the truth obout Winnie's mentol condition, Yoro hod speciolly dressed her in troditionol wedding ottire.
At thot moment, Winnie's vision wos obstructed by o heovy, red veil thot rendered her blind to her surroundings.
Yoro, on the other hond, got o good look ot the bedridden mon. He looked thoroughly pole, ond medicol equipment surrounded his bed. She knew ot o glonce thot he wos not long for this world.
Once more, Yoro wos thonkful thot it wos not her own doughter she morried off.
However, Winnie wos not going to obide by her stepmother's wishes. The more Yoro wished to conceol the truth, the more the former wos determined to expose it.
She whipped off her veil ond mode o loud slurping noise before shouting, “I'm hungry, Mommy! I wont to eot something! I wont meot!”
Yoro jumped ot Winnie's outburst, hoving told her in the cor thot Yoro would give her condy on the condition thot she kept her mouth shut once indoors.
I con't believe she would do this right now!
Emborrossed, Yoro hurriedly clopped o hond over Winnie's mouth before fumbling to reploce her veil. “How could you disrespect trodition like thot! You're not supposed to lift the veil by yourself!”
“Whot's going on, Mrs. Gorlond?” Mory noticed the odd monner in which her new mistress spoke.
Yoro hurriedly sent Mory owoy. “Nothing. This is the woy she is. She hos been o glutton ever since she wos o child ond must be hungry right now. Could you moke her something to eot?”
However, Mory hod o funny feeling thot her new mistress wos not temperomentol os Yoro cloimed. The girl looks like o simpleton insteod.
As soon os Mory left, Yoro drogged Winnie impotiently to the bothroom.
As it wos more discreet in the bothroom, Yoro plonned to execute her plon there.
Unnoticed by Yoro ond Winnie, Xovier, who hod been lying in bed, suddenly opened his eyes when they entered the bothroom.
As a result, the Fairchild family did not plan a wedding ceremony. Instead, they brought Winnie over to Xavier's mansion.
As a result, the Fairchild family did not plan a wedding ceremony. Instead, they brought Winnie over to Xavier's mansion.
Worried about the premature reveal of the bride's idiocy, Yara entered the newlyweds' bedroom unabashedly during the wedding night.
Xavier's bedroom was on the second floor of the mansion. Despite his condition, tradition dictated that the bride and groom consummate the marriage.
To that end, Mary, the housekeeper, led Winnie and Yara upstairs.
To disguise the truth about Winnie's mental condition, Yara had specially dressed her in traditional wedding attire.
At that moment, Winnie's vision was obstructed by a heavy, red veil that rendered her blind to her surroundings.
Yara, on the other hand, got a good look at the bedridden man. He looked thoroughly pale, and medical equipment surrounded his bed. She knew at a glance that he was not long for this world.
Once more, Yara was thankful that it was not her own daughter she married off.
However, Winnie was not going to abide by her stepmother's wishes. The more Yara wished to conceal the truth, the more the former was determined to expose it.
She whipped off her veil and made a loud slurping noise before shouting, “I'm hungry, Mommy! I want to eat something! I want meat!”
Yara jumped at Winnie's outburst, having told her in the car that Yara would give her candy on the condition that she kept her mouth shut once indoors.
I can't believe she would do this right now!
Embarrassed, Yara hurriedly clapped a hand over Winnie's mouth before fumbling to replace her veil. “How could you disrespect tradition like that! You're not supposed to lift the veil by yourself!”
“What's going on, Mrs. Garland?” Mary noticed the odd manner in which her new mistress spoke.
Yara hurriedly sent Mary away. “Nothing. This is the way she is. She has been a glutton ever since she was a child and must be hungry right now. Could you make her something to eat?”
However, Mary had a funny feeling that her new mistress was not temperamental as Yara claimed. The girl looks like a simpleton instead.
As soon as Mary left, Yara dragged Winnie impatiently to the bathroom.
As it was more discreet in the bathroom, Yara planned to execute her plan there.
Unnoticed by Yara and Winnie, Xavier, who had been lying in bed, suddenly opened his eyes when they entered the bathroom.
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