Chapter 108 The Arrival of Mrs.
Swan
Wendy was momentarily at a loss for words and quickly tried to recover, saying, “I just feel like those people are showing a lack of respect for our engagement banquet…”
Joe didn’t comment, and soon, someone came up to engage in conversation, cutting their dialogue short.
Wendy’s expression grew more somber. As she lifted her eyes, she noticed someone not far away discreetly greeting her.
It was her mother.
Wendy was taken aback, hastily surveying the surroundings. She quickly pulled the person into a storeroom and whispered, “Why are you here?”
On her records, both her parents had been shown as working abroad, unable to return. She certainly couldn’t let Joe or
Charlotte see her mother’s presence.
Observing Wendy elegantly dressed in luxury attire, Mrs. Swan curled her l*p and remarked, “Today is the day of my daughter’s engagement. Can’t I come and see what’s going
on?”
Hearing her words, Wendy sneered. “Are you sure you’re here now to talk about family bonds?”
Caught red-handed, her mother grinned wryly, mimicking the action of counting money, “Well, I thought since you’re getting engaged, there should be a dowry, right? As your mom, shouldn’t I get a little share?”
Seeing the expression on her mother’s face, Wendy couldn’t
help but wish she could slap her.
She had gone to great lengths to secure her place in the Smith family, and just as she was getting her footing, her mother had to stir up trouble.
As she was about to refuse, a sudden memory of her mother’s words from that day surfaced. She said, “I can give you some money, but didn’t you mention earlier that you had a way to
deal with Charlotte?”
Her mother immediately caught on, letting out a sly chuckle, “I knew you’d come to me for help…”
With that, she once again mimicked the money-counting gesture.
Suppressing her internal repulsion, Wendy handed over a
bank card, “Don’t proactively come looking for me. If you need something, just call me.”
Taking the bank card, Mrs. Swan left with a cheerful smile.
Before leaving, she said to Wendy, “I’ll take care of this thing.
Don’t worry. Get ready to hear some good news.””
Watching her mother’s departure, Wendy clenched her hand
into a fist in silence.
She couldn’t be blamed. She would have never reached
this point if Joe hadn’t started showing more concern for
Charlotte.
Blame could only fall on Charlotte herself.
As Joe pa*sed a certain corner inside the banquet hall, he suddenly caught snippets of a conversation from within.
“Who would’ve thought, Mia… I mean, Charlotte has two
children of this age? Didn’t she divorce Mr. Smith five years
ago? Where did the kids come from?”
“You know what? They were having a wild time, especially
considering they couldn’t even get an abortion… We don’t
even know if those two kids have the same father.”
“True. But I have to say, those kids do bear a resemblance to
Mr. Smith… What It… Wendy will get infuriated.”
The conversation quickly transitioned to various criticisms of Wendy. Suddenly, Joe approached them.
The two were terrified, their faces turning pale as they hurriedly apologized, “Mr. Smith! We were just talking
nonsense for a moment, really sorry! We’re leaving now!”
Before they could escape, Joe stopped them, saying, “Hold on.”
The two froze in their tracks, trembling in fear.
As they feared their families would be on the brink of financial
ruin, Joe furrowed his brow and asked, “Did you just say those
two kids look like me?”
Many details that had accumulated over time connected in
Joe’s mind, gradually forming an unbelievable conjecture.
