Chapter 23 A Stressful Day
Kaylee smirked. “Who
said this was hers? There‘s no name on it. I say it‘s mine. Don‘t worry. We were able to
chase her out seven years ago. What can she do to us
now?” With that, she went off with the design book in her hands. Alana quickly held her ba
ck. “Hey, wait. You should behave yourself more these
days. Don‘t make your father angry again. He was busy enough as it is all morning with th
at post of you on the internet.” “What post on the internet?” Kaylee was perplexed. She w
as so occupied with the design sketches that she
did not manage to get on the internet. “I think one of the customers at the restaurant yest
erday recorded a short clip of what happened and put it online. Look at this,” Alana said
as she pulled up that video to show Kaylee.
Kaylee was fuming by the end of it. Who had that much time to waste to put
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsomething as trivial as that on the internet?
“What did Dad say?” “What can he say in front of me? Anyway, he did not seem too happy
. Last night, he even told me
that he had never felt so humiliated in his life before. He only married Gianna off
to Adrian for your sake, but you need to know when to back off too. More importantly, Gia
nna is back now. I don‘t think your father is that mad at her anymore. He even brought up
her child yesterday and seemed quite happy as he was talking.
You and Adrian are also
on good terms now so don‘t bother Gianna for no good reason. Come home this weekend f
or a meal. Bring Mitch along too.” Kaylee answered, “I got it.”
The moment Kaylee returned home that night, the suffocating smell of
cigarettes filled her throat. She looked over and saw Adrian nestled on the sofa completely
wasted. His facial hair had grown out, the corners of his lips were slightly swollen, and he
looked like a
mess. Did he get beaten up? She changed out of her shoes and went inside. At the dining
table, a chubby little
boy, Mitchell Riley, threw the bowl in front of him to the ground in defiance. “I don‘t want t
his! I said I don‘t want to eat this!”
Mrs. Moore walked over to pick up the bowl. “Okay, you don‘t have to eat it.
What would you like to eat then, Young Master Mitchell?” “Meat. I already told you I want
to eat braised pork belly,” he said. Coming home after a stressful day to a crying child and
a husband who looked like he was neither dead nor alive made her anger shoot up in an
instant. “Adrian, can‘t you hear the kid crying? Why aren‘t you taking care of him?” Adrian
was feeling foggy from the alcohol, but when he heard Kaylee criticizing him, he
immediately got furious. “What are you
yelling at me for? Isn‘t there someone taking care of him?” She
retorted, “Can‘t you see that Mrs. Moore isn‘t able to handle him at all?” Adrian
sat up and argued, “Then hire someone else. Why did you hire her when
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmshe can‘t do anything right? I told you to let my mother look
after the kid, but you insisted on looking after him yourself. Why don‘t you look after him t
hen? Why are you yelling at me?”
Kaylee was enraged. She took a few steps forward and pushed him off the sofa. “Do you
hear yourself? Is he not your child too?”
He
looked a little drunk, but his mind was clear. Everything Gianna said to him that day still li
ngered in his ear. He only separated from Gianna because of this woman, but he was blind
to have married such a vulgar woman. After he
eased his spinning head, he reached out and flung Kaylee onto the sofa. Pinching her chin,
he mocked, “How do I know if he‘s actually my child? Tell me; how was I so blind to marry
a whore like you?”
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