Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 160 Mom, what happened to you!

"Mom, what happened to you! Your leg is injured..." Michael exclaimed as he saw Betty standing there, her ankle still bleeding.

Clutching a tissue, he hurried over to her, stark naked, his penis swaying back and forth with his movements, freshly cleaned by Betty.

As Michael crouched down beside Betty with a servile intent, she suddenly ran like a madwoman towards her room, while Michael was just about to wipe the blood off her ankle.

Betty, in her frantic dash, paid no mind to Michael beside her, seemingly losing all reason.

"Ouch..." Michael cried out in pain, his bare buttocks hitting the floor with a thud, while Betty barely paused, ignoring Michael and rushing into our bedroom.

Finding it empty, she then sprinted to the balcony, not caring that she was only wrapped in a towel, and flung open the curtains to look out, but no one was there.

Betty then rushed to the bathroom, searching everywhere.

Upon seeing the appointment letter, she must have realized everything; her husband had just returned.

The sound of the door she heard was not an illusion, nor was it from next door, but was real.

Seeing Betty’s current state, she might have thought that the sound of the door was me coming back, possibly still in this room, searching frantically for me, looking in every corner.

Meanwhile, Michael, ignoring his pain, was stunned by Betty’s frantic appearance.

He didn’t understand what was happening.

He sheepishly got up from the floor, rubbing his sore buttocks, glanced at the shoe cabinet where the engagement ring sparkled under the faint light, attracting his gaze.

He also saw the paper and began to read it.

After reading the contents of the paper, even a fool would know what had happened.

At this moment, Michael lost the arrogant dominance he had in bed with Betty; after all, he was still underage and now looked utterly terrified, standing there clueless.

Betty searched everywhere but found nothing.

Finally, she thought of one last place, our home’s back balcony, where my parents’ memorial tablet was kept, a place that was always off-limits except during festivals to honor my parents.

Because of her guilt for betraying me, Betty dared not face my parents there.

Betty stood at the door to the back balcony, the last place I could be hiding if I were home.

She clutched her chest, breathing heavily, hesitating to open the door.

As time ticked by, after calming herself for four minutes, Betty finally opened the door but saw the empty balcony, no one inside, her heart slightly relaxed, holding onto the last sliver of hope that maybe I had come back during the day, left a gift, and was currently busy outside, planning a surprise.

Just as Betty was about to close the door to the back balcony, she timidly glanced at the altar, feeling guilty for her recent betrayal and not daring to face my parents’ memorial tablet, especially at night, as seeing the memorial tablet felt like facing her in-laws.

But as she was closing the door, Betty couldn’t help but sneak a peek at my parents’ memorial tablet, only to find the altar empty, the memorial tablet gone.

Betty was stunned again; the memorial tablet was gone, and of course, there were no ghosts; the memorial tablet didn’t just walk away on its own, it must have been taken by someone, and there was only one person who could have taken it.

Betty’s legs buckled, nearly causing her to fall as she shut the door to the back balcony.

She then frantically searched for her phone.

After several attempts, Betty managed to dial out, the sound of the call connecting was a noise she hadn’t heard in a long time.

When I first went on a business trip, Betty insisted on calling me daily, but was met with my phone being off.

Eventually, she lost patience or perhaps lacked the time and energy, and stopped calling daily.

Now that the call connected, Betty felt no excitement, only urgency and fear.

The phone rang for a long time without an answer, so Betty called again.

My phone was on, indicating I had indeed ended my trip and had returned.

Meanwhile, Betty and another person were lost in passionate lovemaking.

After several unanswered calls, Betty, in desperation, sent me a text message, but I didn’t reply.

When Betty tried to call again, the phone indicated it was turned off.

After several more attempts, it was still off.

Eventually, Betty’s phone slipped from her hands as she stood frozen, as if her soul had been completely drained.

Everything was exposed, and the thing she feared most had finally happened.

She lost all her strength, collapsing to the floor, sitting and crying silently, tears streaming down her face.

Meanwhile, Michael stood there naked, wringing his hands and biting his lip, lost and frightened, not even comforting Betty as she wept.

After crying for a while, Betty wiped her tears with the back of her hand, ran to the bedroom to get dressed, perhaps having realized something.

She dressed in the dark night to go out and look for someone...

Betty ran out after getting dressed, while Michael, lacking any gentlemanly demeanor, didn’t think to dress and follow her to protect her.

He was just stunned.

Thirteen minutes after Betty left, Michael foolishly returned to his own bedroom.

He sat on the bed, his expression changing constantly—sometimes conflicted, sometimes fearful, sometimes anxious.

Overall, he appeared very weak, still just a child, completely overwhelmed by the situation.

The scene was now frozen; the room was silent.

Betty had dressed and gone out, her destination unknown, and I only had the indoor video, clueless about where Betty had gone.

Michael sat motionless on the bed.

I had to fast-forward the video.

Michael sat foolishly on the bed until 12:20 AM before turning to lie down, but he couldn’t sleep.

His body was still naked, his once formidable penis now as subdued as he was, a stark contrast to the vigor he had shown hours earlier with Betty.

I fast-forwarded the video again until 5:20 AM when the front door finally opened.

Betty entered, looking exhausted, her hair messy, her face pale and bloodshot, her expression weary, helpless, and desolate.

Her face was streaked with tears, her white shoes and neat trousers now muddy, indicating she had been searching outside all night.

Michael, still awake, hurried to the door upon hearing it open and saw Betty’s figure.

Seeing Betty, Michael appeared nervous and scared, knowing he was largely to blame for the situation.

Their relationship had been his doing, and now that it was exposed, how could he not be afraid?

His biggest fear was that Betty would take her anger out on him.

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