Chapter 122 Death Anniversary “Look at that guy in the video. Isn’t that the son of the owner of the Roberts Company, Ben Roberts?”
“That makes sense. Rumor has it that Ben is a playboy. I guess they’re right; he doesn’t even go easy
on married women!” “Well, what do you know? You can tell that Lyla’s coquettish, dissolute, and cheap.
Playboys don’t like the conservative ones but women who like to have fun and are open-minded!”
Listening to all the discussions that were taking place, Lyla turned to the screen with her vacant-looking
eyes. She almost passed out because of shock when she saw that video clip.
At this point, her eyes were quivering on her extremely terrified face. The sweet and happy look on her
face earlier had completely disappeared.
It was almost her instinctive action to run toward the screen and yell, “Who did this? Someone, please
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttake it down right now!” No one listened to her. Meanwhile, the crowd was either chuckling silently,
adding fuel to the fire, or whispering. Florence and her family, as well as Gael and his wife, looked
extremely embarrassed. “What’s going on?” “Where are the service staff? Turn it off!”
It was complete chaos in the event hall, and Camila took this opportunity to walk up to the podium
together with South. “Everyone, sorry for ruining your mood. You may feel that I’m being too much
today with my gifts, but I have to tell you that I’m not being too much given what someone did to me.
Today’s the tenth anniversary of my mother’s passing. I don’t force my relatives to visit her on this day
but avoiding any large-scale parties is the least one can do. Is today Miles and Lyla’s wedding
anniversary? I’m afraid it’s not. They had it today on purpose. When I was visiting my mother earlier, I
received a provocative phone call from Lyla. This is a recording of what Lyla said to me during the
phone call. Please, have a listen. Some people aren’t as harmless as they appear to be.” As she
spoke, she took out her phone and found the recording. She then pressed the play button, and
everyone could clearly hear Lyla’s provocative voice: “Did you go tomb-sweeping for that dead mom of
yours? Are you still wondering why we haven’t been there before? Stop dreaming that we’ll visit her
grave. Who do you think she is to have us sweep her gravestone?” –
Lyla sounded extremely disrespectful and contemptuous, and everyone heard every single word that
she said.
While everyone was shocked, there came another round of discussions: “Look at Lyla-she seems
mature and smart. I can’t believe she would say such things on the phone!” “No one from the Brooklyn
Family has ever swept her tomb? That’s incredibly sad.” “Of course, it is. How could they throw a party
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmon the anniversary of her death? If it was me, I wouldn’t be able to take it too.” “You’re right. She didn’t
have to say such things even if she didn’t want to go tomb-sweeping. It’s no wonder that Camila is so
mad.” Lyla had lost it. She went up to the podium and jumped on Camila. “Camila Brooklyn, I’m so
done with you!” Camila’s countenance fell before she lifted her leg and kicked Lyla. “Lyla Brooklyn, you
deserve this!” Lyla was kicked two or three meters away, and it hurt so much that she growled, “Camila
Brooklyn, we aren’t even yet!” Gael was utterly disappointed especially when he heard this part: ‘If
you’re so talented, then have Dad visit your mom’s gravestone! I’m not afraid to tell you this, but Dad
has never visited your mom’s gravestone before after so many years. Only my mom and I are the most
important people in his heart. On the other hand, you, and your mom, should go to hell!’ It was beyond
him how malicious his gentle, understanding, and lady-like daughter was. Staring at the big screen,
Florence wanted to dig a hole for herself and jump into it. She could not bring herself to believe that the
lady in that video was her daughter-in-law, and she even said earlier it was because of how outstanding
her son was that Lyla would never consider anyone else.