Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 719

Chris Ford had been concealing his feeling of guilt from the start, yet when Wendy unknowingly revealed the truth that he’d been so anxious to hide, he acted like a cat whose tail had just been trampled and exploded with anger.

“I’m sick of you speaking nonsense like that all the time!” he snarled, “You know how ridiculous you’re being! Zack is our own grandson. Why would it be so weird that I’m concerned about him?”

Wendy said nothing in reply. She removed the treatment mask and wiped her face with a clean cotton pad. Then, she picked up another bottle of skincare product, poured the content onto her palm, and began rubbing it on her skin.

Chris walked up to her and grabbed her wrist,

“You have to come with me and talk some sense into Father!” he barked. “We have to explain everything to him. Even if Weston and Guinevere’s engagement has been broken off, we still can’t let a woman like Ella Steele be with our son!”

“You go and tell him yourself!” Wendy shoved his hand off her impatiently. “I don’t want to upset Father.”

“WENDY!!!”

you!” “You should know you’re not getting any younger!” he added. For some reason, the sight of her smearing creams and lotions

moment of rage, she bolted to her feet and furiously swept the glass jars and bottles off her vanity, smashing them onto the floor. “Fine!” she shouted. “Why don’t you go on and find a young woman then? Why are you still wasting your time with an old woman like

for long. Once a period of time had passed, even those as guilty as sin would get impatient and start getting angry. Chris stormed out of the room, leaving Wendy in there

when she heard Chris’s approaching footsteps. She only came out when she saw him storming out of the room

Chris and Wendy, but even she could sense, just from overhearing their quarrel just now, that Chris and Guinevere had a peculiarly close relationship. But she thought nothing more of it and was about to return to her room when the sound of

“Waaa! Waaa!”

Zach’s loud cries. She massaged her temples and let out a heavy sigh before putting on a shawl and rushing out of the room. “I’m coming. I’m coming…” “He’s been woken up by the noise!” the nanny griped as she carried Zach out of the nursery. “I know, I

Zach into her arms and

to

milk bottle over,” she instructed the nanny as she patted Zach’s back