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.

think they could just insult me

My voice was cold and clear, loud enough for

continuing on their way, their strides getting quicker. Their

I quickened my pace

scene, brought Hiram

Say it again.” I didn’t answer Neil, but turned my fierce gaze on

say anything!” Their denial was synchronized.

continue to deny what I clearly heard, I’ll have to call the police.” I was adamant. It was one thing to be mistaken as Neil’s

off guard. It seemed like a

the studio manager. Understandably,

here, Isla and Katara?” The manager

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

we did to upset this lady.” Katara chimed in.

me, the

distaste for mistresses, but I wouldn’t tolerate being wrongfully accused. I looked at Mr. Mark. “You’re the manager here,

my demand, Mr. Mark’s polite demeanor changed instantly. “Lady, aren’t you being a bit unreasonable?”

a man of average height, slightly overweight. He stepped closer to me, creating an intimidating atmosphere.

you think you’re doing?” Neil stepped in front of me, his imposing figure much more intimidating than Mr. Mark’s. Seeing Neil step up, Mr. Mark quickly reverted to his formal, polite demeanor. “Sir, it seems there’s been

two saleswomen started exchanging

my anger.

and resign, I will

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 no concern

I clenched my