Chapter 188: 188. The glorious tradition of daughters carrying on the maternal business_1 Chapter 188: 188. The glorious tradition of daughters carrying on the maternal business_1 When the Old Master spoke, his gaze inadvertently fell on Adam Jones, who had never intended to be involved in this matter.
Receiving the Old Master’s gaze, Adam imdiately understood his intention and his eyebrows imperceptibly knitted together.
He looked toward Elly Campbell only to see her standing aside, holding a wine glass, seemingly unaffected by the current situation, sipping her red wine as if it had nothing to do with her.
Sophie Baker was utterly embarrassed by the Old Master’s aggressive words, her complexion turning even paler.
Seeing the gazes around her, there was no sympathy for her and her daughter from anyone besides those looking on as if at a show.
Sophie’s heart sank, she held back the tears in her eyes and said to the Old Master, “Grandfather, you… you may disown , but… but how can you humiliate like this?”
“Hmph! I humiliate you? Do I really need to point out the disgraceful things you’ve done in public?”
Others might not be aware of the relationship between Adam Jones and this illegitimate daughter, but wasn’t he well aware?
If it weren’t for the thought of how desperately Adam had searched for Elly these past few years, he would have already made that young man pay for making his Elly suffer so much injustice.
Sophie clearly saw the Old Master’s glance earlier and realized that he suspected a connection between her and Adam. In such a setting, if it were brought up, others would, out of respect for Adam, stop enjoying the spectacle and not let this dying old man humiliate her further, right?
Perhaps they would even attempt to ingratiate themselves with her because of Adam.
With this thought, Sophie felt steadier, and her spine straightened. She even had an air of righteous indignation when she said, “Grandfather, I know you dislike , but such accusations tarnish my reputation, you… you can’t do this…”
Only after Sophie finished speaking did Elly Campbell turn her gaze toward her. When Sophie suddenly stood up for herself in such a way, Elly imdiately understood what Sophie was trying to do.
Did she think she could entrap the Old Master like this?
Who did she think the Old Master was?
Elly Campbell’s lips curved, and she took a sip from her wine glass. The transparent rim concealed the mockery at the corner of her mouth.
“Do I really need to be here to further advertise your proud tradition of following in your mother’s footsteps?”
“Pfft—”
Several onlookers, with very little regard for decorum, laughed out loud.
That statent, “following in your mother’s footsteps,” severely swollen the mother and daughter’s faces with disgrace.
Even Adam Jones, who was nearly dragged into becoming a “party involved” by the Old Master, couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile.
He now knew who Elly had inherited her scathing tongue from.
The Old Master was not a fool, he could easily guess what Sophie was thinking.
Yet, he deliberately refrained from publicly dragging Adam Jones into the matter, leaving Sophie not only unassociated with Adam but even more shafaced.
Seeing the disdain seeping out from so many people’s eyes was completely different from what she had anticipated before arriving.
She didn’t expect the Old Master to be so unconcerned with face, to say such things in front of the leading figures of military, political, and business circles.
“Dad, how… how can you say such things!”
Jas Campbell, seeing his wife and daughter humiliated like this, also looked displeased, but ultimately, the Old Master’s authority was still present, and he dared not confront the Old Master directly.
“Otherwise? If you can’t bear to watch, get out. I don’t care to ddle with you losing face elsewhere, but you dare to bring such disgrace to my birthday feast, flaunting it. I’m sparing your legs for the sake of your deceased mother.”
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