Chapter 270
Daphne’s clothes were completely soaked. The thin white bric clung to her body, accentuating her curves.
Mary’s jaw dropped.
“Mrs. Mrs. Jones, what’s wrong with you?” She suspected
plme had lost her mind
With music blasting from her phone, Daphne struck seductive poses in front of the camera while crying, “Can’t you tell? I’m getting revenge on Abell”
Mary quickly realized Daphne was live streaming She had actually set up a broadcast for herself
“What kinda revenge is this?” Mary’s accent slipped out in ber shock.
Daphne twisted her waist and shook her chest. “Since Abel doesn’t love me anymore, I’ll show my body to other ment
Mary fell silent. The Jones family’s pampered madam was truly unique
Beau mumbled, “Grandina looks like she walked straight out of some soap opera”
Mary carried Bean, making sure to steer far away from Daphne. “Mr. Beau, it’s pouring. Let me take you straight to the car.”
“No! Put me down!”
Mary tried to settle him back in his wheelchair, but Beau threw himself forward and tumbled to the ground again.
“Mr. Beau!” Mary’s voice nearly cracked from panic.
Beau lay motionless on the wet pavement. When Mary reached out to help him, he shouted, “Don’t touch me!”
“Mr. Beau, you can’t just lie on the ground like this!”
Rain pelted his face like shards of ice, numbing his skin.
“Don’t touch me! Just stay away!”
Daphne’s behavior had inspired Beau. He decided he would stay there, sprawled on the ground–he believed Elara wouldn’t be able to ignore him if he did.
The security guard, who had originally planned to kick both of them out, hesitated at the bizarre sight before him.
Beau was wailing and lying on the ground, while Daphne was twirling dramatically in the pouring rain.
One crazed woman and one equally dramatic child. He genuinely didn’t know how to proceed.
On the 16th floor, Elara pulled open the curtains, glanced at the scene below, and then promptly shut them again.
Beau was five. It was understandable that he was still throwing tantrums. Daphne, however. Elara couldn’t even begin to comprehend her actions.
Then she thought of Abel and Daphne together. They were indeed a perfect pair. A match made in madness.
Inwardly, Elara cursed out, “A lunatic king and his lunatic queer”
Just then, the phone rang. Elara saw an unfamiliar number on the screen, and a strong premonition gripped her.
She pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear. “Hello, who’s this?”
“Ms. Jones, this is Priscilla Price. Let’s meet.”
“Beau! What are you doing?”
Harvey had arrived, and his face was dark with urgency. The moment he saw his son lying on the wet ground, sobbing, he rushed forward and scooped him up.
His gaze burned into Mary with fury.
Mary shuddered and hurried to explain, “Mr. Beau begged me to bring him here! I had no choice!”
She quickly clarified, “I didn’t take a single cent of the money he gave me!”
Mary wasn’t foolish. If she had accepted Beau’s money, she could forget about working for the Fisher family ever again.
But she knew Beau’s temperament well. When he set his mind on something, he wouldn’t stop until he got his
way.
She hadn’t been able to refuse him, so she brought him to lara’s neighborhood, knowing Harvey would eventually send someone to retrieve him.
She just hadn’t expected Harvey himself to come in person.
Beau clung to Harvey and cried out desperately, “I want Mommy! Take me to Mommy!”
“She doesn’t want you anymore! Why do you keep chasing after her?”
Harvey’s anger flared even hotter as he thought of Elara, unaffected by the rain pouring over them.
He then turned, ready to take Beau away. Yet, despite the pain in his arms, Beau weakly pounded his fists against Harvey’s chest.
“It’s your fault! Mommy doesn’t want you anymore! Go apologize to her, Daddy! Please, beg Mommy to come back!”
Harvey froze in place. “Beau, forget it! Elara is the one who should be apologizing–she doesn’t deserve to be your mother!”
His expression was cold as steel as his features were locked in a grim tension. Flames of resentment burned deep within his dark eyes.
He had just come from the Jones residence, and he was now carrying Niamh’s old phone inside his pocket.
