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Chapter 81
Bethany’s eyes narrowed, her gaze sharp and calculating as Myra’s voice trailed off with the question. She could sense her daughter’s genuine curiosity, but there was a deep, unspoken tension in the air. She knew that if she said too much, it could unravel everything, so she kept her expression neutral, her composure unshaken.
“Myra,” she began, her voice calm but carrying an underlying firmness, “Some things are better left unsaid. It’s not a matter of curiosity, it’s about protecting ourselves. There are things from the past that don’t need to be brought up. You don’t need to know everything.”
Myra, still young and impulsive, didn’t fully understand the weight of her mother’s words. She frowned, her impatience creeping in. “But, Mom, you always tell me that knowing the right things is the key to everything. Why hide it? What’s the real story behind Cyan? You always get so defensive whenever anyone brings her up.”
Bethany’s fingers lightly tapped the side of her teacup, her eyes glazing over for a moment as memories from the past flashed before her. She had never wanted to talk about it, not because she feared her daughter, but because of the secrets that could break the fragile façade of their family’s perfect image.
“Trust me, Myra,” she said in a low, deliberate tone. “You don’t want to open that door. Some things are too dangerous to uncover, and the Gienger family doesn’t need that kind of trouble.”
Myra’s eyes sparkled with determination. “But you’ve always taught me that if we don’t control the story, someone else will. This could be our chance to finally get ahead of Victor and Eden, especially if they’re hiding something from us.”
Bethany’s lips tightened into a thin line, and her hands gripped the teacup a little too tightly. She wanted to put an end to this line of questioning, but she could see that Myra wasn’t going to let it go easily.
“Myra,” she said, her tone firm now, “There’s nothing to gain from talking about the past, and it’s better that way. We have bigger things to focus on right now. You want to be with Victor, don’t you? Then focus on that. Leave the past behind. Trust me, it’s for the best.”
Myra still hesitated, her curiosity gnawing at her. But her mother’s warning, the quiet urgency in her voice, made her pause. After a long moment, Myra sighed, clearly torn between wanting to push further and knowing that pressing her mother could lead to consequences she wasn’t ready to deal with.
“Fine,” Myra muttered reluctantly, stepping back. “I’ll let it go for now. But one day, you’ll have to tell me, Mom.”
Bethany simply nodded, her eyes momentarily flickering with a shadow of regret. She had to keep the secrets buried, no matter the cost. For her own sake, and for the Gienger family’s future.
“Go ahead,” Bethany said, her voice more controlled now. “We have work to do, and we need to stay focused. We’ll make sure that Victor and Eden’s little dinner doesn’t get in the way of our plans.”
Myra’s face brightened a little, the spark of ambition returning to her eyes. “You’re right, Mom. I’ll handle it. Just watch—I’ll make sure Victor knows who he should really be paying attention to.”
Bethany smiled coldly, watching her daughter leave the room with newfound determination. Myra had the ambition, but she still had a lot to learn about the subtlety of power. Bethany had a plan, and she wasn’t going to let anyone—least of all her daughter—sabotage it.
As the door closed behind Myra, Bethany’s smile faded, replaced by a look of deep calculation. She wasn’t afraid of the past, but she was terrified of what might happen if the truth ever came to light.