Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 452

If Neil was still the sharp-witted man I knew, he would easily discern the disbelief in my eyes.

Did he really need to ask? He should have just declined and explained that we were not a married couple, let alone a family.

But it was Hiram who spoke up. The boy looked pretty miffed as he told the saleswoman, “Lady, you’re making things up. She’s not my mom, but this man here is my dad!”

Hiram shot me a glance and pouted, clearly upset.

The saleswoman seemed taken aback, probably trying to piece together the situation in her head. But whatever conclusion she came to did not seem favorable, as she suddenly looked at me disdainfully and exchanged a knowing glance with her colleague.

“Oh, we see. Our mistake!” they retracted their family portrait offer and turned to leave.

I didn’t dwell on it and continued walking forward, while Neil and Hiram trailed behind me.

Given my proximity to the saleswomen, I overheard some of their hushed talk.

“Such a woman, really…”

“Exactly, the man is parading his child around, but she doesn’t feel embarrassed?”

“Look at that man, handsome and wealthy-looking. She must be a homewrecker who was after him!”

They glanced back at me and quickly sped up their pace when they noticed my stern gaze.

just insult me

voice was cold and clear, loud enough for both of them to hear.

continuing on their way, their strides getting quicker. Their studio was just

to enter, I quickened my pace

the scene, brought Hiram over. “What’s

again.” I didn’t answer Neil, but turned my

anything!” Their denial

call the police.” I was adamant. It was one thing to be mistaken as Neil’s wife, but being called a

mention of the police caught them off guard. It seemed like a

entrance drew the attention of the studio

and

at me. “We just offered them a family portrait and she refused. Then she started following us, accusing

what we

disdain for me, the “homewrecker”, was evident.

at Mr. Mark. “You’re the manager here, right? Your employees have been slandering me. I have only one request:

demeanor changed instantly. “Lady,

height, slightly overweight. He stepped closer

quickly reverted to his formal, polite demeanor. “Sir, it seems

the two saleswomen started exchanging their

my anger.

do not apologize and resign, I will take legal action.” I was stern,

this. I’ll have them apologize, and if you ever want to take photos here or get remarried, we’ll give you a 20% discount. Is that acceptable?” Mr. Mark seemed unperturbed, as if my anger was of

I clenched my