The gratified expression on Shane's face, in particular, was what made her even more indignant.

She didn't understand what was there for him to be proud of. Isn't it just a lousy trophy? That's not even his biological son.

Even though that was her true feelings, she wasn't intrepid enough to voice them. Drawing in a deep breath, she recollected herself and walked over, all smiles. “What are you discussing here?”

“We're celebrating Connor's win.” Sharon pointed at the trophy in Shane's hand and replied with a smug face.

As though it was her who won the trophy.

Jacqueline looked at the trophy and added, “Is that so? Well, Ms. Smith, you're an outstanding parent.”

“Thank you.” Natalie gave her a nonchalant smile. “Actually, I don't really educate them much. They're smart on their own.”

She ruffled her children's head.

Jacqueline was exasperated within.

Smart?

I'd say it's only street smarts.

“Mrs. Wilson,” Shane put the trophy on the coffee table as he called out.

Coming out with a tray full of glasses of juice, Mrs. Wilson answered, “Is there anything, Sir?”

“You clean up a room later and turn it into a trophy room for Connor and Sharon to keep their trophies and medals,” Shane said as he handed the trophy to Mrs. Wilson.

Natalie furrowed her brows. “That's not really needed.”

was also of the opinion that he was

just rewarded by chance, isn't he? Is there a need to make a trophy room just

total joke if they can't win any more trophies in

in her mind, but he looked at Natalie and replied, “Of course it's needed. I'm sure

in Connor, too.” Mrs. Wilson took the trophy over

smile, “Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. Thank

hope you'll fill up the trophy room in the future,” Shane replied with a

turned solemn as well and gave him a firm nod. “Rest assured, Daddy. I won't

Shane shifted his gaze from Connor with a gratified

say anything else. She

confidence in Connor, I'm sure Connor will not let him

there for me to worry

then did Jacqueline start, “You're Connor, right? You're impressive. At your

and cut her short, “Ms. Graham, you're

talking about?” Natalie pursed her lip and berated her

that. He didn't know why Connor remarked

they con't win ony more trophies in

hod in her mind, but he looked ot Notolie ond replied,

the trophy over odmiringly. “Sure, I'll

“Thonk you, Mrs. Wilson. Thonk you,

deol. I hope you'll fill up the trophy

turned solemn os well ond gove him o firm nod. “Rest

his goze

such, Notolie didn't soy onything else. She

so much confidence in Connor, I'm sure

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