Chapter 23


    Chapter 23 A Stressful Day


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    L 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. Le 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?” L was perplexed. She was so upied with the design sketches that she


    did not manage to get on the inte. “I think one of the customers at the restaurant yesterday recorded


    a short clip of what happened and put it online. Look at this,” Le said as she pulled up that video to


    show L. L 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 Cam off to Miles for your sake, but you


    need to know when to back off too. More importantly, Cam is back now. I don’t think your father is that


    mad at her anymore. He even brought up her child yesterday and seemed quite happy as he was talking.


    You and Miles are also on good terms now so don’t bother Cam for no good reason. Come home this


    weekend for a meal. Bring Mitch along too.”


    L answered, “I got it.”


    The moment L returned home that night, the suffocating smell of cigarettes filled her throat. She


    looked over and saw Miles 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 chubby little boy, Mitchell Ryan, threw the bowl in


    front of him to the ground in defiance. “I don’t want this! I said I don’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.


    “Miles, can’t you hear the kid crying? Why aren’t you taking care of him?” Miles was feeling foggy from


    the alcohol, but when he heard L 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?” Miles 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?”


    L 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 Cam said to him


    that day still lingered in his ear. He only separated from Cam because of this woman, but he was blind


    to have married such a vulgar woman. After he eased his spinning head, he reached out and flung L


    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?”