Chapter 108 Why Don’t You Give Him to Me?


    Chapter 108 Why Don''t You Give Him to Me?


    Ca was a little impatient. “What''s the problem? | don''t think Caleb will have any second thoughts.


    Mom, don''t you know that Caleb hates Ata,


    too? Not to mention Caleb, any normal man will lose his appetite when they look at her face. Who


    would be willing to marry her?"


    Cicely felt that what Ca said made sense, so she stopped worrying.


    Ata and Esme sat down. Francine also sat at their table with her six-year-old son and Natalia.


    Francine''s eyes seemed to be glued to Ata’s Himya ever since it was verified as the authentic


    product. She was racking her brains for a way to


    trick Ata into giving her the bag!


    Her six-year-old son began to eat as soon as he sat down.


    Francine''s son hogged all the dishes at the table like a little tyrant. He was the apple of his mother''s


    eye, and she spoilt him. She had no intention of


    disciplining him.


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    The people at the table did notment much due to the Powell''s sake. Some people who usually


    fawned on them even pushed more food in front of


    the child, "Mr. Powell, eat more! You''re a growing boy!”


    "Does the young master like to eat stir-fried pork? I''ll bring it to you!” Natalia said as she ced the


    dish in front of the child.


    Ata didn''te here to eat, so she turned a blind eye to their actions.


    Francine suddenly turned and looked at Ata. She smiled and leaned over, saying, "Oh, Ata,


    your Himya is so lovely! | have an event


    tomorrow night, and | need a bag. Why don''t you give this bag to me?”


    She picked up Ata''s bag as if it was already hers.


    Ata was well aware that Francine liked to take advantage of others. She lightly reminded her,


    "Aunt, this bag is mine.”


    "| know it''s yours. We''re all rtives. It''s rare for me to ask the younger ones in the family for


    something.


    Why can''t you give it to me?" Francine glowered at her.


    "That''s right. Isn''t it just a bag? Why are you so stingy?"


    At the dining table, Natalia, who was trying to curry favour with Francine, said sarcastically, “Why don''t


    you just buy another


    one since you can afford it? Besides, with such ugly looks, this luxurious bag is wasted on you! People


    think it''s a counterfeit!"


    They were mocking her looks? Ata smiled and didn''t say anything. Francine thought that she had


    seeded and was


    extremely pleased. Ata was an ugly and stupid b*tch. Just like her mother, no matter how many


    good things they had, all


    these would belong to her sooner orter!


    With this thought in mind, Francine said to Ata untingly, “I''ll take it then!"


    She was about to take it away.


    Ata suddenly pulled Francine''s son to her side. She gently drew circles on his face with her slender


    fingers, tilted her head,


    and smiled evilly at Francine. “Aunt, I think my younger cousin is very handsome. Why don''t you give


    him to me? I will take


    good care of him..."


    The child, who was halfway eating, nced at Ata. He did not know whether her eyes were too evil


    or it was just that she was too ugly. He was stunned, and his mouth pursed up as if he was about to


    cry.


    Francine jumped in fright. She watched Ata trace a finger across her son''s face as if she would


    scratch it if she used more strength. She rushed over and said, “Ata White, what are you doing?!


    Return the Lesley to me!"


    Ata held Lesley''s cor with one hand so that he could not move and scratched his face with her


    fingernail. A trail of blood flowed down his cheek, but Ata smiled evilly as if nothing had happened,


    “Aunt, we are all rtives. It''s rare for me to ask the elders in the family for something. Why can''t you


    give him to me?"


    She repeated what Francine had said to her.