Chapter 23 Judging A Homewrecker With Her Own Eyes

There were many things the boy still did not understand, so he stood at the bathroom door and

waited for his father to come out after his shower.

When Luke emerged from the shower, he only had a towel around his waist. He was completely

shirtless, his well-toned chest glistening with sexy water droplets.

“Dad, I'm sure Miss Bea has parents too, so why do you have to raise her?” Blanche could not figure

that part out.

Luke sat down, spreading his legs and wiping his dripping hair with his towel. He asked, “How old

are you? How old is she?”

“Hmm, I'm five...” Blanche replied. “But I don't know how old she is.”

Luke looked at his son and replied seriously, "You're five and she’s twenty-four. You two are

nineteen years apart. You'll grow up very soon, and you'll become a grown man just like me. When

that happens, you'll have a career and a dream you want to pursue. At that time, I'll be in my fifties,

soon to grow old. The same goes for your Miss Bea. One day, we'll become as old as your great-

grandfather, but plenty of time will pass before that. A man’s shoulders tend to be stronger than a

woman's when it comes to withstanding matters of life and death, sickness and old age, under all

that stress and pressure.”

The boy nodded firmly!

He knew that. Dad told him before that a man's shoulders were meant to support the entire family,

young and old.

Blanche thought it over again and said, “But Miss Bea will have her husband and kids. Dad, are you

going to take care of Miss Bea and her husband?”

If so, Dad was being way too kind.

“Why would I take care of her husband?” Luke gave his son a cold look when he heard that.

Standing up, he tossed away his half-wet towel, refusing to speak another word of this with his son.

Her husband?

Anna was walking on the path nearby, and her hand holding the flask shook.

She walked toward the ladies, gleefully chatting away, and asked them directly. “You said Bianca

Rayne, right? What... What do you mean by she’s a homewrecker?”

The gossiping ladies looked at Anna.

“Who is she to you? I don't think I've seen you before. You're not from around here, are you?” Daisy

was feeling a little guilty too. After all, she did not have any hard proof that the girl was sleeping

with her boss, so she could not really say.

Anna could not let just anyone speak ill of her daughter-in-law, of course, so her temper flared.

“Who is she to me? She's my daughter-in-law! What are you blabbing on about?!"

"Oh-ho, so you're her mother-in-law, eh?” Daisy looked down at the flask Anna was holding and

grew confident again. “You don't usually live with your daughter-in-law, do you? I bet your son

doesn’t come back that often too. What a joke, your own daughter-in-law is sleeping around and

even letting her boyfriend in here, yet you're still defending that little b*tch!”

The other women hurriedly stopped Daisy. She could not just say things like that!

Anna nearly choked on her fury. A boyfriend? As if Bianca had a boyfriend!

Daisy saw that the so-called mother-in-law was still glaring at her, so continued snidely, “Don't be

upset at me. If you don’t want others to say things like that, you should get your daughter-in-law to

stop doing such unseemly things!”

Anna was wavering. As though struck by lightning, she asked, her voice trembling, “You... You saw

all that with your own eyes?”

Daisy pointed at the lamppost nearby. “But of course. They were right there, getting all up and

personal in front of everyone. It was unsightly.”

“That could have been my son.” Anna did not believe her. Bianca looked like such a good girl.

“Your daughter-in-law will know if it was your son.” Daisy was certain that the man was sneaking

around with her. No married couple behaved that way. She added, “The guy was over 190cm,

wearing a suit and leather shoes. Even I could tell that he was loaded. He must be her sugar daddy!”

Thump!

Anna's flask plunged to the floor.

When Anna got up, it was already past ten.

She poured herself a glass of water. Her throat was painfully parched, and as she drank her water,

she looked down to check her WeChat message. It was only then that she found out Jean's mother

was heading here to visit her.

Next, she looked at the time Jean sent his message. It came around seven in the morning.

It was now past ten, though.

Anna should have been here a long time ago.

Bianca was worried that Jean's mother got off on the wrong stop, so she called her, wanting to ask if

she needed Bianca to pick her up anywhere.

“Sorry, the number you called is currently unavailable.” The dial rang for a long time, and eventually

Bianca heard that robotic reply.