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. na 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 inte.” “What post on the inte?” Kaylee was perplexed. She was so upied with the des


    ign sketches that she


    did not manage to get on the inte. “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,” na 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 inte?


    “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.”


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    The moment Kaylee returned home that night, the suffocating smell of


    cigarettes filled her throat. She looked over and saw Adrian nestled on the sofapletely 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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