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Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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 back. “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 that post of you on the internet.” “What post on the internet?” Kaylee was perplexed. She was so occupied with the des ign sketches that she did not manage to get on the internet. “I think one of the customers at the restaurant yesterday recorde d 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
something as trivial as that on the internet? Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.
“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, Gianna is back n ow. I don‘t think your father is that mad at her anymore. He even brought up her child yesterday and se emed 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 for a meal. B ring 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 chub by little boy, Mitchell Riley, threw the bowl in front of him to the ground in defiance. “I don‘t want this! I said I do n‘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 she 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 then? 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 lingered in his ear. He only separated from Gianna because of this woman, but he was blind to have married such a v ulgar 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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