Chapter 590: Chapter 590

“I have a big fight with your mom when you’re pregnant. I believe the baby is Nathan’s when your mom is pregnant, so I got to ask her about it. But I’m not expecting your mom to admit it outright. Now that I think about it, I’m a complete moron. An angry woman will confess to anything.”

Mark let out a sigh and poured himself a beer. I was unsure why, but I also craved a beer, so I poured myself some.

“If I act rationally that year and not purposefully stimulate your mother, there will be less misunderstanding now. Then you will not have to suffer as much in the Tanner family. I should have been more ruthless with my means and let Nathan taste the feeling of being desperate,” Mark said as he smashed his beer bottle on the table.

“Please don’t be angry.” Mark’s violent action shocked me. He was a gentle and kind man, but when he became angry, he was terrifying.

“In any case, Uncle Nathan raises me even though he is aware that I am not his daughter. I’ve informed my mom about this. Can you stop attacking the Tanner family? They have already agreed to my mom’s request.”

Mark and I had a lengthy conversation. The majority of it was questions I wanted to ask Isabelle before, and I was able to get answers from Mark. During the conversation, I felt that the relationship between Mark and me as father and daughter was gradually closing.

“Come here, Yvie, I’d like to give you some pocket money, and you can’t refuse it.” Mark gave me a card.

When I looked at the Centurion card, I had a funny feeling about it. I remember when I was poor, I had to keep track of my expenses to eat a full meal. However, my fortune had been following me ever since I met Christopher. Remington had a studio, and with my skills added to it, I also had a steady income. Not to mention that I had another Centurion card from Christopher in my bag, as well as a complete list of his projects and properties.

On the other hand, Christopher was forcing me to sign it because he said that if he ever stopped loving me, I could take all of his money and properties and leave nothing for him. Another card was given to me by Isabelle, and when combined with another given to me by Mark, I could buy whatever I wanted without looking at the price tag. I could just select the most expensive option.

“No, I don’t need any of that.” I turned down the card.

“I mention that you can’t turn down my offer, and I know you’re not short on cash. Your mother will not let you go without money, and the boy from the Lane family will also give you money to spend. This is just a small gesture on my part. I only realize you exist after twenty-five years, and I want to do something for you to make up for what we owe you. Is that right, Belle?”

“You just keep it on you. There’s nothing wrong with having some extra cash on hand.” Isabelle lightly sighed.

I hesitated for a while before keeping the card.

“Let’s go. Today, the three of us should celebrate at the Goldstein residence.”

“Isabelle, you b*tch! You dare to let Nathan give up control of the Tanner family to Crystal! You salacious woman, do you believe you have the right to control the Tanners family’s affairs? I’m going to end your life!”

As we were about to leave, a woman charged out from the walkway, shouting at Isabelle and threatening to hit her with the beer bottle in her hand. Fortunately, the bodyguards who stood nearby prevented her from doing so.

When I glanced closer, I realized she was Scarlett. Her hair was a mess, and her face was badly battered as if someone had intentionally hurt her. Even though the bodyguards restrained her, she still wanted to kick Isabelle with her legs.

“Who are you? Isabelle turned to face Scarlett, who was making a threatening gesture. She did not recognize her at first sight. That was because Scarlett was a smart, lovely, and shy woman back then, so it was natural that Isabelle didn’t recognize her. Not to mention that she now acted like a shrew. It was not unusual for people to not recognize each other as they grew older.

“Mom, that’s Scarlett, Yvette’s mother,” I whispered as I gently pulled her sleeves.

“Scarlett?” Isabelle was perplexed for a moment before realizing Scarlett’s identity. Then, she approached her, but I stopped her and nervously said, “Don’t go near her, it’s too dangerous.”