Chapter 895



“What a farce! People can put on a good act. I always suspected she wasn’t as sweet as she seemed.”

“But why would Kallie do such a thing?”

“Haven’t you heard? Apparently, Elma isn’t Kallie’s biological daughter. She’s Jake’s child with another woman. Kallie only pretends to be a loving mother, but she’s actually mistreating Elma. And Elma, bless her heart, still thinks Kallie is her real mom.”

“Someone should do something to help that poor child. I’d take her in myself if I could.”

Their words dripped with pity, but they held no genuine concern for Elma. They were simply relishing the fact that they had found dirt on Kallie.

“That’s not true!” Sophie exclaimed, her voice filled with irritation. “Elma is my sister!”

Someone pulled Sophie aside, wearing a sympathetic expression.

“Sophie, honey, if Elma is really your sister, why was she given those drugs? If your mother didn’t do it, who did?”

Sophie felt a surge of anxiety, but she remembered Kallie’s warning not to tell anyone about how Cara had mistreated Elma. She didn’t want to cause Elma any more pain.

“It wasn’t my mom, I swear,” Sophie stated, her voice shaky.

“Why are you trying to convince her otherwise?” someone else interjected, their voice sharp. “She’s fifteen years old. She knows what’s going on. Maybe she even helped her mother do it.”

Sophie’s eyes filled with tears, and she shouted, “Shut up!” Her outburst startled the gossiping bystanders, and they quickly fell silent.

Lacey didn’t waste any time. She grabbed her phone, ready to call the police. It didn’t matter whether Elma was Kallie’s daughter or whether Kallie had abused Elma. Once the police were involved, the media would have a field day with the story. By then, Kallie wouldn’t be able to escape the scandal unless she could explain what had happened to Elma.

Lacey was convinced her suspicions were correct. In her eyes, Kallie was a vicious woman. Since Kallie had hurt her own husband for money, she was capable of anything.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Just as Lacey was about to dial the number, a young yet commanding voice stopped her. Calvin had arrived, flanked by a medical team and a group of bodyguards. The chaotic scene quickly calmed down.

Lacey was momentarily stunned when she saw Calvin’s face. He looked just like a miniature version of Jake. Despite being only eight years old, Calvin had an air of nobility about him. His delicate features and cold demeanor radiated an aura of authority, and his gaze held the same intensity as Jake’s.

Calvin calmly took charge, his gaze settling on Lacey with an icy intensity. “Miss Payne, while I appreciate your supposed concern for my sister, making baseless accusations without any evidence could have legal consequences.”

Lacey, jolted back to the present, scoffed at his thinly veiled threat. She lowered herself slightly to meet Calvin’s gaze. “I’m not spreading rumors. I’m simply asking questions. The real issue here is your mother’s evasiveness. Why won’t she answer my questions?” she countered.

Calvin’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “My mother doesn’t answer your questions because they’re utterly ridiculous,” he stated flatly.

His cutting words, delivered in front of the assembled guests, stung Lacey like a slap across the face. Lacey’s eyes blazed with anger. “How dare you speak to me like that? Your mother clearly failed to teach you basic manners,” she retorted.

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