Chapter 2008: 565: It turns out to be a clown
That’s right.
Jo Beckman made this call on purpose.
She had long found her cousin irritating.
Because she was the only daughter of her eldest uncle and aunt, she acted arrogantly, lording it over her cousins. Anyone who didn’t do as she wanted would get an earful.
So, when Jo Beckman found out that her aunt was expecting a second child, she was ecstatic!
Let’s see how Jean Beckman can continue to be so arrogant!
Without the status of the Sumr family’s heir, what else does Jean Beckman have?
With this thought, Jo Beckman repeated her previous words with a smile, “Jean, you couldn’t still be unaware of our aunt’s pregnancy, could you?”
Jean Beckman’s mind went blank.
Her mother was pregnant?
How could that be!
Her parents were nearly fifty; how could they suddenly be expecting a child?
Jo Beckman guessed that Jean’s expression must be priceless at that mont, so she added fuel to the fire, “Jean, my mom said that our aunt’s belly looks like it’s going to be a boy!”
“Are you sure you didn’t get it wrong?” asked Jean Beckman.
Jo Beckman said with a smile: “Our aunt is close to giving birth, do you think I got it wrong?”
Mrs. Sumr was now eight months pregnant, indeed close to giving birth.
Continuing, Jo Beckman said: “Right, I also have a video of our aunt chatting with my mom yesterday! I’ll send it to you!”
Ding-dong.
As soon as Jo Beckman finished speaking, she sent a WhatsApp video to Jean Beckman.
Jean Beckman imdiately hung up the call to watch the WhatsApp video.
In the video, Mrs. Sumr was sitting on the sofa with a beaming smile, chatting with her sister-in-law.
“The na is already picked out, your big brother chose it.”
The sister-in-law imdiately asked: “What’s the na?”
“Gratefulness,” Mrs. Sumr continued: “I always feel that this child is coming to return a favor, so regardless of whether it’s a boy or a girl, the na will be Gratefulness.”
Return a favor?
Upon hearing these three words, Jean Beckman’s face twisted with emotion.
What did her mother an by that?
The second child was coming to return a favor?
Then what was she, her daughter, considered?
Was she sent to take revenge?
Infuriated, Jean Beckman was shaking all over, and unable to control herself, she threw the phone onto the ground.
Bang!
The phone imdiately went to a black screen.
Seeing this, Felicity Henington ca over and asked with concern: “Jean, what’s wrong?”
“Don’t touch !” Jean Beckman swept Felicity Henington’s hand away, “Get out!”
Jean Beckman considered herself a treasured daughter of heaven.
Since childhood, she had been brought up with the utmost care and attention.
She was also the only heir to the Sumr family.
But what about now?
What was the situation at the mont?
Her parents got pregnant with a second child without even a word to her.
Did they even consider her their daughter at all?
Felicity Henington stood there, watching Jean Beckman, with a rather unpleasant look on her face.
Jean Beckman prided herself on her noble birth and was extrely temperantal.
A person like her would find no true friends once they fell from their pedestal.
Mandel Thompson was truly blind to have been attracted to such a person back then.
Fortunately, Mandel Thompson ca to his senses in ti and found his true love.
Felicity Henington didn’t say anything more and turned to walk out the door.
Watching the closed room door, Jean Beckman struggled to calm herself down. She needed to return imdiately.
She had to go back and make her parents get rid of that bastard child.
Jean Beckman refused to be defeated!
Jean Beckman imdiately purchased a plane ticket to Capital City for that afternoon.
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Capital City.
The Thompson Family Manor was decked out in lights and decorations, a festive and joyous sight everywhere.
Twenty-eight wedding cars were parked within the Thompson Family Manor grounds, with Mandel Thompson holding a bouquet of fiery red roses, sitting in the back seat of the main wedding car, ready to pick up the bride.
The wedding ceremony between Mandel Thompson and Isla Astir followed the traditions of the Ming Dynasty, hence the groomsn and bridesmaids were also dressed in Hanfu clothing of the Ming style.
The groomsn were all clad in Ming-style blue embroidered Hanfu.
With a black cap to complete the look, they resembled gallant young n stepping right out of a Ming Dynasty painting.
Viola Thompson looked at Terrence Lentz, “Lentz, co here.”
Terrence Lentz, with a handful of red envelopes, approached Viola Thompson, “What is it?”
“You’ve tied your sash incorrectly,” she said.
With that, Viola Thompson reached out to adjust his misaligned sash.
Terrence Lentz spread his arms.
The two were very close, and Terrence Lentz could even catch the fragrance emanating from her hair.
Today, Viola Thompson was wearing light pink Ming-style Hanfu, her black hair secured with two hairpins. Normally without makeup, she had lightly dabbed on so rouge, and every smile and glance was full of charm.
She resembled an ancient noble lady more than any real noble daughter from an ancient family.
A few minutes later, Viola Thompson had re-tied his sash properly, “Let’s go, get on the carriage.”
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