Chapter 2
Monica only knew that Jeanne got pregnant after she was sent away by her father seven years ago. She had beep pressuring her friend for the past seven years and she still did not get the answer. It was driving her crazy.
“What? I’m overreacting? You guys were lovebirds then! If it wasn’t for that b*tch Jasmine, you’re the one who should be the bride, not her!” Monica said with gnashing teeth.
She was like a fashion model walking on a runway with that fashionable coat on her. Her wavy hair and fiery red lips elevated her beauty. Wherever she went, heads turned.
Monica could never forget what happened seven years ago at this place. Although she wanted her friend to be home, she respected Jeanne’s decision to stay away.
“Good boy. You’re in for a treat, my dear godson! You’ll get the best food to eat and the best place to stay. Even the best girls will be at your service!”
However, Monica had a different thought when she saw the look on George. She felt like the boy was looking at her like he was looking at an idiot.
“That b*tch, Jasmine, is going to marry Eden this month. They say an event of great joy can be auspicious and hasten the old man’s recovery.”
At the city’s airport, Jeanne came out from the arrival gate with a large luggage. There was a six-year-old boy with curly hair beside her.
“If she’s able to ruin our relationship, then our relationship wasn’t that strong in the first place.” Jeanne was not overly concerned.
She swore she would get her revenge. She left the manor at her worst and she ought to get back what was owed, 10 times more!
“I heard the family is under your stepmom’s control now. Jenifer, was it? You better be prepared when you meet her.”
The man’s attendant turned to where his boss was looking. “Fourth Master, sir, I think she’s Jeanne Lawrence.”
“Jeanne! You’re finally back! I thought you were going to spend the rest of your life eating pizza and pasta!”
“Hello, George. Look at me, I’m Peppa Pig. Snort, snort…” Monica even mimicked a pig’s snort to tease the boy.
George turned around to his mother with furrowed brows as if he was trying to ask if the woman was an idiot.
“I heard Master Lawrence has fallen ill and she’s back to see him for the last time,” the attendant said.
