NovelEnglishChapter 17 “What the heck are you doing!” Kristin burst into the courtyard in tto catch the nanny kicking Summer.
With a trembling voice, Kristin instinctively rushed over, shoved the nanny aside, and pulled Summer into her arms. “Mommy's here. Dear Summer, you're okay.” Summer was in severe pain and started to cry. “Mommy...” Shaking. Kristin held Summer tight and looked up at those who bullied a child with contempt.
The FitzGerald family and even their servants are such disgustingly vile creatures.
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, huh? He stole Milo’s toy and broke it,” the nanny said mockingly, looking down from her high horse. “Like mother, like son, huh?” “I heard this kid's a bastard child. Who knows who his dad is? Probably no good, just like him. A thieving mom and a loser dad, what chances did the kid have?” The servants all sneered at Summer and Kristin because Kristin used to be a high and mighty young lady but was even beneath them.
It was also because her child didn’t have a father.
“Summer, don't listen...” Kristin covered Summer's ears, not wanting him to hear the filth of this world.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Where do you think you're going? Have him kneel and apologize to me, or | won't let this slide.” Milo demanded arrogantly, having picked up Eve and Vincent's overbearing ways.
Connor and Vincent were two sides of the scoin, both born of the smother. Naturally. Milo bore a striking resemblance to Vincent, especially the way he demanded Summer to kneel, an exact replica of Vincent's own domineering nature.
Kristin ignored Milo, intent on taking Summer back to the storeroom.
“Mr. Milo is talking to you. Are you deaf? A pair of thieves,” the nanny said as she shoved Kristin to the ground again.
Kristin instinctively protected Summer, injuring her ankle again, cold sweat breaking out all over her body from the pain.
“Summer wouldn't steal your toy,” Kristin believed in her son. He was so well-behaved and sweet. He couldn't have stolen the toy.
“It was him. Make him apologize to my Superman!” Milo insisted on an apology to a toy.
Though it was childish behavior, Kristin felt humiliated.
Everyone seemed to feel free to insult her and Summer.
“Mommy...” Summer's eyes were red as he clung to Kristin. “Mommy, I'll apologize. But 1/2 14:47 Chapter 17 Mommy...* Summer, trembling with the fear of Kristin being wronged. He was only five, after all. “I didn’t steal his Superman. It broke when he threw it. | just wanted to fix it.” Kristin's grip on her son tightened, holding him close. “Mommy believes in you, Summer. You don’t have to apologize.” Patting her son’s back, Kristin knelt on the ground and spoke softly. “Mr. Milo, | apologize to you. It waswho stole and broke your toy. Is that enough?* Milo stood there with hands on his hips, smug as ever. “Bad woman.” “She’s a thiel, stole the life of a young lady, and keeps stealing around the house.” Kristin found it so ironic. She had only returned, and everyone knew she wouldn't steal a child's toy, but because of her tarnished reputation, all the blfell on her.
“What's going on? | left my necklace on the washbasin when | washed my hands. Where is it?” In the front hall, Eve cout, clearly annoyed.
She usually didn’t chome. She was just there to pick up Milo.
Just a few hours and the place was swarming with sticky fingers.
The servants exchanged glances, all nervously looking down.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a moment, someone pointed at Kristin. “It must be her. She’s a thief, a repeat offender. She even admitted to stealing Mr. Milo’s toy for her son.” Eve's expression darkened as she approached for a better look.
Seeing Kristin again, surprise flashed in Eve's eyes, which quickly turned to disdain. “Kristin?” Vincent had mentioned Kristin was out of jail, but she didn’t expect it to be true.
“You've got snerve, showing up here with your bastard child. You shamed my brother back in the day, and you still have the gall to cknocking with your kid after getting out? Planning to cling to my brother, huh?” Eve's anger was palpable, assuming Kristin had cto pester Vincent.
Kristin said nothing but bowed her head, fiercely protecting Summer.
“Miss Eve, she must have stolen the necklace,” a servant took the opportunity to throw dirt.
Kristin felt powerless to explain. Who would believe she'd just returned? “Did you take my necklace?” Eve looked at Kristin as if watching a soap opera.
Unbelievable, five years in the clink and a person can change so much.
“No, | didn’t...” Kristin's voice was hoarse as she spoke.
“How can you prove it?” Eve raised an eyebrow.
“Miss Eve, make her strip down to prove she’s not hiding anything. If she refuses, it means she’s guilty,” the nanny suggested mockingly.
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