Jean Shaw’s past disgrace was publicly revealed by Ivana Monroe, and Zachary Heston was here too. As an elder, did she have any face left?
"Changhai, after my sister died, I selflessly took care of this family, never once mistreating Ivana. But now this child not only fails to rember my kindness but also blas for her sister’s death."
Jean’s deanor changed instantly. Just a mont ago, she was like a shrew, calling Timmy a bastard. Now, she acted as if she had been gravely wronged.
Tears ca effortlessly to her eyes, as if she were very aggrieved, very sad: "Ivana, you can hate , but I beg you not to transfer that hatred onto Michelle. She is innocent."
"The reason Zachary divorced you was because of your promiscuous lifestyle, wasn’t it? Coming back pregnant with a bastard? Tell , which man can accept his wife fooling around and raising soone else’s child?"
"Michelle and Zachary truly love each other; they fell in love in college. If it weren’t for your interference, Zachary should have married Michelle six years ago. Now that they have finally beco a couple, please don’t sabotage them. I’m begging you, please, okay?"
In a few sentences, she twisted the truth and shifted all the bla onto Ivana Monroe.
The surrounding guests, just monts ago, were privately calling Jean a shaless howrecker. Now, so began to call Ivana a thankless wretch, a scher.
Zachary remained expressionless; each of Jean’s words was like a needle piercing his heart.
The bastard Ivana was protecting was like an enormous green hat, making him the laughingstock of everyone.
Zachary raised his hand to embrace Michelle, speaking coldly: "Ivana, we’re finished. Even if you got down on your knees and begged , I would never forgive you."
Ivana was trembling slightly, angered by these two shaless and audacious people.
"Jean Shaw, it’s a pity you never beca an actress in this life. You could win an award for playing the hypocritical stepmother so well."
Without looking at the fuming Jean Shaw, Ivana continued to Zachary, "You’re overthinking it. I wouldn’t even bother stepping into the shoes Michelle’s used."
Before Jean Shaw and Zachary could react, Timmy Monroe’s protective voice took the lead.
"Old witch, bad man, you are not allowed to bully my mommy. I’m not a bastard. My daddy is the greatest hero in the world. If he finds out you’re bullying my mommy, daddy will..." The little guy paused for a mont: "He’ll make you go bankrupt, make you lose everything."
The little boy’s puffed-up face was incredibly cute, and everyone around couldn’t help but laugh.
Children speak without reservation. Even if the little boy was bragging, the adults would only see it as him protecting his mother.
This way of protecting his mommy made the child even more endearing.
Ivana embraced the little guy, a bit surprised. When had this little guy learned to boast?
But her heart felt warm.
Jean Shaw, being scolded, looked genuinely like an old witch, with her aggrieved face: "Little bastard, who are you calling an old witch?"
Michelle imdiately sneered, "Who is your father? Do you dare to say it?"
Timmy Monroe raised his little face, "Look at how handso I am. Bad woman, do you really think you’re worthy of knowing who my daddy is?"
This child was excessively clever, causing Michelle to be ridiculed in return.
Looking closely at the child’s face, Michelle had to admit that the child’s appearance was stunning, even more handso and adorable than child stars on TV.
Back then, she sold Ivana’s first night to an old, unattractive man. How did she end up having such a good-looking child?
People around also felt that Timmy Monroe was a child kissed by angels.
How co this child’s appearance seed a bit familiar? Had they seen it in so rich list magazine?
Michelle, unhappy, said, "Not daring to say proves your father is an inferior nobody, irresponsible after fooling with your mom. Poor ignorant child, defending such a scumbag."
"No, my daddy is not a scumbag, he’s a hero." Timmy stuck out his neck defiantly.
At this ti, a man entered everyone’s sight, exuding an air of nobility. His sharply defined, handso face was comparable to a leading man from a comic book.
"Hello, President Kane, here’s the key to your presidential suite." The hotel manager greeted him with a beaming smile.
Everyone around was astonished, looking between Leon Keane and Timmy Monroe’s almost identical, smaller face.
That child was not lying; his daddy was the most powerful man in Ravenswood, the untouchable CEO of the Kane Group... Leon Keane.
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