By the ti Gian Horne and his wife, along with the old lady and others, had all gathered on the sa floor, Pheobe Rogers’s eyes began to turn cold, cruel, and fierce. All reason was lost as her eyes blazed with murderous intent.
She stared at the infant in Julia’s arms, then quietly moved closer.
Too many people were crowding around Julia, watching the baby. To them, Pheobe Rogers’s approach went unnoticed as they assud she was just like them, wanting to take a look at the baby.
She quickly squeezed herself next to Julia.
Julia’s face wore the tender, loving smile of a new mother, which made her look even more radiant and attractive. With her beloved husband standing by her side and holding the child, she appeared to be the happiest woman in the world.
"The young master is so well-behaved; it’s easier to take care of a baby who doesn’t wake up easily," said a well-off lady looking at the still-sleeping "Ivan," sharing her experience.
"Yes, yes," everyone chid in.
Pheobe Rogers also looked at the sleeping "Ivan" with a kind smile. It reminded her of her own son. He had been just as docile when firstborn—eating until he was full, then sleeping, and eating again once he woke. He was easy to care for and very cute.
But her affectionate smile did not last a minute before her face twisted into a ferocious snarl, and she quickly snatched "Ivan" from Julia’s arms while Glades and Julia were caught off guard.
No one expected soone to snatch the baby.
Julia appeared panicked.
Once Pheobe Rogers had the baby, she imdiately rushed upstairs, quickly reaching the rooftop.
"Give back my baby!" Julia pretended to finally react, screaming and chasing after Pheobe Rogers with Glades Horne.
The crowd finally snapped out of their shock.
"Don’t co any closer, or I’ll throw him down right now and let him shatter to pieces!" Pheobe Rogers reached the rooftop, panting by the railing. Her rimless glasses had fallen off, and one of the fake moles on her face had also fallen off. She tore off the remaining one, revealing her true appearance.
"Pheobe Rogers!"
Glades Horne roared, his handso face darkened, an icy growl escaping, "Pheobe Rogers, give back my son! If you dare harm a single hair on my son, I will tear you apart!"
After the cotton doll was snatched by Pheobe Rogers, the speaker inside it activated, and now the cries of a baby could be heard, instantly gripping the heart of every person present.
Gian Horne and his wife, Adele Horne, Jas Horne, and others all pushed through the crowd to stand alongside Glades Horne and his wife.
Everyone watched Pheobe Rogers tensely, fearing she would truly throw the baby over. The Emperor Hotel was eighteen stories high; if Pheobe Rogers really threw the baby down, there would be no hope for the child’s survival.
"Mom!"
Jas Horne cried out, his voice filled with disbelief and anguish.
He had never expected his mother to co and make a scene on his nephew’s one-month celebration, let alone kidnap the child and threaten to throw him off the building.
Why was his mother still so stubbornly unrepentant?
And she was becoming more and more extre.
He heard his nephew’s panicky cries and saw the ashen faces of his brother and sister-in-law. Julia’s face, in particular, had turned almost paper-white with fright, her voice full of panic and pleading. Just listening to it tore his heart to pieces.
The people he valued most in his life were his brother and sister-in-law.
And now, the mother who gave birth to him wanted to hurt them.
"Mom, what are you doing? Hurry up and give Ivan back! Don’t scare the child," Jas Horne tried to step forward, but as soon as he moved, Pheobe Rogers imdiately shouted, "Jas, don’t co any closer! If you take one more step, I’ll throw him out right now!" After saying that, she even made a motion to lift the little baby high. The recorded crying from the doll grew louder, piercing the heart of every woman there who was a mother.
"Pheobe, what are you doing?"
Gian Horne was struck dumb by Pheobe Rogers’s actions as well.
This woman... He had once loved her deeply, treasured her like a precious jewel, and had betrayed his wife and son for her. What had she beco now? A madwoman, dreadful and despicable. How could he ever have fallen in love with her?
"Pheobe Rogers, if you dare hurt my grandson, I’ll never let you off the hook!" Mila Anderson’s heart was also on edge.
Scarlett Taylor was so frightened by this scene that she nearly fainted, and Chris Bluen supported her.
Pheobe Rogers laughed, a triumphant laugh, but within that smile was an undeniable bitterness.
She looked around at the people in front of her, each with a look of horror on their face. Yes, that’s exactly what she wanted to see.
She had snatched the child and run to the rooftop, to the railing, but she hadn’t imdiately thrown the child down. She wanted to see her enemies in agony.
The guests downstairs heard the commotion and all ran up to the rooftop, suddenly filling it with people.
Benjamin Robinson was a criminal police officer; seeing this scene, he personally called the police.
Hansen Ruiz also ran out of the hotel, instructing his n to urgently deploy a large life-saving air cushion, tens of square ters in size, on the ground below. He also arranged for people downstairs to hold out stretched blankets, ready to catch the baby Pheobe Rogers might throw down at any mont.
The dia, faced with this sudden turn of events, kept filming non-stop.
"Auntie Pheobe, please, give back my child! Don’t hurt him, please don’t hurt him," Julia changed her way of addressing Pheobe Rogers, her face filled with pleading, her eyes turning red, her voice laden with tears.
"Pheobe Rogers, I warn you, you better give my son back to . For Jas’s sake, I can overlook the past," Glades Horne wrapped one hand around Julia, comforting her, while negotiating coldly with Pheobe Rogers. He appeared to be the calst of everyone present.
Pheobe Rogers sneered coldly, still making the motion of tossing the baby out, and scoffed, "Glades Horne, how does it feel right now? Does your heart ache? Your son has been taken away by . Do you feel especially furious, especially heartbroken? The pain you made endure, now I want you to taste it! My Jas, he only has you, his brother, in his heart. Laughably, you two aren’t even born of the sa mother. Yet I am his mother! I am his blood kin! How could he be like this? It’s all you, Glades Horne, all you! You stole Jas away! It’s you! It’s you!" Pheobe Rogers’s emotions surged, and all her resentnt towards Glades Horne erupted.
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