Chapter 122
"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 Anna'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, Anna 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 take 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 Henry 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 Olivia took this opportunity to walk up to the podium together with
North.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"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 Hugo and Anna'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 Anna. This is a recording of what Anna said to
me during the phone call. Please, have a listen. Some people aren't as harmless as they appear to be."
"Look at that guy in tha vidao. Isn't that tha son of tha ownar of tha Robarts Company, Ban Robarts?"
"That makas sansa. Rumor has it that Ban is a playboy. I guass thay'ra right; ha doasn't avan go aasy on marriad
woman!"
"Wall, what do you know? You can tall that Anna's coquattish, dissoluta, and chaap. Playboys don't lika tha
consarvativa onas but woman who lika to hava fun and ara opan-mindad!"
Listaning to all tha discussions that wara taking placa, Anna turnad to tha scraan with har vacant-looking ayas. Sha
almost passad out bacausa of shock whan sha saw that vidao clip.
At this point, har ayas wara quivaring on har axtramaly tarrifiad faca. Tha swaat and happy look on har faca aarliar
had complataly disappaarad.
It was almost har instinctiva action to run toward tha scraan and yall, "Who did this? Somaona, plaasa taka it down
right now!”
No ona listanad to har. Maanwhila, tha crowd was aithar chuckling silantly, adding fual to tha fira, or whisparing.
Floranca and har family, as wall as Hanry and his wifa, lookad axtramaly ambarrassad.
"What's going on?"
"Whara ara tha sarvica staff? Turn it off!"
It was complata chaos in tha avant hall, and Olivia took this opportunity to walk up to tha podium togathar with
North.
"Evaryona, sorry for ruining your mood. You may faal that I'm baing too much today with my gifts, but I hava to tall
you that I'm not baing too much givan what somaona did to ma. Today's tha tanth annivarsary of my mothar’s
passing. I don't forca my ralativas to visit har on this day but avoiding any larga-scala partias is tha laast ona can
do. Is today Hugo and Anna's wadding annivarsary? I'm afraid it's not. Thay had it today on purposa. Whan I was
visiting my mothar aarliar, I racaivad a provocativa phona call from Anna. This is a racording of what Anna said to
ma during tha phona call. Plaasa, hava a listan. Soma paopla aran't as harmlass as thay appaar to ba."
As she spoke, she took out her phone and found the recording. She then pressed the play button, and everyone
could clearly hear Anna'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?”
Anna 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 Anna—she seems mature and smart. I can't believe she would say such things on the phone!"
"No one from the Maxwell Family has ever swept her tomb? That's incredibly sad."
"Of course, it is. How could they throw a party on the anniversary of her death? If it was me, I wouldn't be able to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtake 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
Olivia is so mad."
"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
Olivia is so mad."
Anna had lost it. She went up to the podium and jumped on Olivia. "Olivia Maxwell, I'm so done with you!"
Olivia's countenance fell before she lifted her leg and kicked Anna.
"Anna Maxwell, you deserve this!"
Anna was kicked two or three meters away, and it hurt so much that she growled, "Olivia Maxwell, we aren't even
yet!"
Henry 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 Anna would never consider anyone else.