A Cue For Love Chapter 318


    A Cue for Love chapter 318


    Mrs Bowers


    “Is that the pendant?” Minerva eximed.


    Milton froze conspicuously at the sight of the pendant, his bruised-covered face showing signs of panic.


    His clumsy reaction was not lost on his parents.


    With a surge of fury, Leonard leaped to his feet and gave his son a resounding p across the face.


    “Tell me the truth, Milton. What is really going on here?”


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    As he was the sole heir of the Swan family for the third generation in a row, Milton was ustomed to


    the most luxurious circumstances and throwing his weight around as the elders of his family doted on


    him.


    At the first p ever received in his life by his father, Milton clutched his cheek and began to cry.


    “Daddy… I… I am jealous of them!” he confessed through broken sobs. “Though they are clearly not as


    rich as us, the teachers and the girls seemed to like them more than they like me. I hid the pendant


    under my nket to teach them a lesson, but I didn’t expect it to…”


    I’m used to getting what I want! If I can’t be more likable than they are, I will have to give everyone a


    reason to dislike them. I didn’t expect this to get so far out of hand!


    Milton and Minerva’s face grew ever paler than before.


    The instigator turned out to be our good-for-nothing son all along! It’s bad enough for him to frame


    somebody for a crime. Worst of all, he framed a member of the Bowers family!


    With another roar of fury, Leonard rained down a flurry of ps across his son’s face until the boy


    began howling.


    Though Minerva was heartbroken to witness her child being subjected to such brutal disciplinary


    actions, it was all she could do to cry alongside him.


    The truth is finally out.


    At that moment, Natalie freed herself from Samuel’s embrace and knelt before the wretched woman on


    the ground.


    Her almond-shaped eyes regarded Minerva’s bloodshot ones calmly.


    “Stop crying, now. There’s plenty of time for you to do that at home. What you and your son need to do


    right now is to apologize to my children.”


    Though she did not mind being misunderstood or even injured, she would not allow her children to


    evene close to being subjected to any form of injustice.


    Even if Samuel did not have my back today, I would be fighting with the Swans to the death on my own.


    Minerva, who had been quietly sobbing, gave a start at Natalie’s voice and gazed up to meet the


    latter’s cold ones.


    Aside from her eyes, this woman has got nothing on me! I can’t imagine how she’s Samuel’s woman. If


    I had married him instead, I might not even be in this wretched state as I am right now!


    Faced with Minerva’s prolonged silence, Leonard aimed a kick at her back to prompt her into speech


    for fear of offending Samuel further.


    “Mrs. Bowers asked you to apologize, what are you still waiting for? Hurry up and say you’re sorry!”


    Minerva red resentfully at her unctuous husband before swallowing her pride and relenting.


    “I apologize for my failure as a parent and for saying all those hurtful remarks. Please forgive me and


    Milton, Mr. and Mrs. Bowers.”


    As she spoke, she pulled Milton over. “Apologize now,” shemanded with a fierce re.


    Milton had been silent since his confession, clearly traumatized by how the situation had evolved


    beyond his control. “I am really sorry,” he choked. “I will never tell lies ever again!”


    Upon getting what she wanted, Natalie did not see the need to make things more difficult for them.


    Without another word to the Swans, she led Xavian, yton, Franklin, and Sophia out of Wendell’s


    office.


    Meanwhile, the Swans, Wendell, and Veranne gazed apprehensively at Samuel while they waited for


    his verdict to fall.


    Samuel, on the other hand, did not seem to be in a hurry to speak. As he loungedfortably on the


    couch, the office fell deathly silent save for the faint rhythmic clicking of Samuel’s slim fingers on the


    table like a terrible clock ticking toward their demise.


    Even if he did not speak, his mere presence was sufficient to convey a regality about him that mere


    mortals such as the Swans could not hope to reach, much less negotiate as equals.