Chapter 1434
Chapter 1434 Jocelyn went to
Grace’s school
Eva also had the same feeling, but she said, “I don’t know how to tell him, and I’m afraid that I won’t
know how to respond to him. You know, I often can’t argue with him.”
Amelia understood that Eva was afraid to argue with Jayden. “Eva, I’lle find you. Let’s talk face to
face.”
A few sentences over the phone won’t exin everything, so Amelia nned to buy something on the
way and visit Jayden’s mother to see what this family was all about.
After Eva replied, “Okay,” she hung up the phone. Amelia had just put down her phone when suddenly
a teacher from the school called.
Amelia thought it was a usual home visit call, but the teacher said that a woman iming to be Grace’s
Grandma wanted to take the child away.
Upon hearing this, Amelia panicked and said, “I’lle to the school right away,” then rushed
downstairs at lightning speed.
While telling Peter to quickly drive to the school, Amelia
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anxiously pulled out her phone and called James…
The man who answered the phone was about to go to the Evans’ branchpany. His car happened
to pass by the school, so he told her not to worry, he would go first.N?velDrama.Org owns all content.
The mature and stable tone in the man’s cold voice gradually calmed Amelia’s heart.
After steadying herself, Amelia picked up her phone again and called Eva to exin the situation…
At the entrance of the elementary school, Jocelyn squatted in front of Grace, trying to deceive her.
“Grace, I am your dad’s mother. There’s nothing wrong withing with me.”
Chubby Grace, with a lollipop in her mouth, tilted her head and looked at her.
“Are you Casare’s mommy?”
Jocelyn’s smile stiffened for a moment. She definitely wasn’t that bastard’s mother!
“No.”
“Then you’re not Casare’s mommy, and you say you’re my
grandma? Are you a liar?”
After speaking, Grace tugged at the teacher’s pants.
“Teacher, she’s a child trafficker. Call the police and arrest her!”
Jocelyn was dumbfounded. When she realized what was happening, she quickly waved her hands.
“Oh no, I’m not a child trafficker. I really am your grandmother. We even met at your father’s funeral.”
“Is that so?”
Grace raised her thick eyebrows.
“I don’t have any recollection of that.”
“Why is your memory so bad, little one?”
“Kids just have bad memories.”
Grace helplessly shrugged her chubby hand.
“me it on me then.”