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.

they could just

loud

did stop, but only to shoot me a look before continuing on their way, their strides getting quicker. Their studio was just up

about to enter, I quickened my pace and blocked their

Hiram

did you two just say about me? Say it again.” I didn’t answer Neil, but turned my fierce gaze

Their denial was

I’ll have to call the police.” I was adamant. It was one thing to be

caught them off guard. It seemed like a

the studio manager. Understandably,

Isla and Katara?” The manager

for us!” Isla, one of the saleswomen, pointed at me. “We just offered them a family portrait and she refused. Then she started

what we did to upset this lady.” Katara chimed

me, the “homewrecker”, was evident.

mistresses, but I wouldn’t tolerate being wrongfully accused. I looked at Mr. Mark. “You’re the manager here, right? Your employees have been slandering me. I have only one request:

demand, Mr. Mark’s polite demeanor changed instantly. “Lady,

of average height, slightly overweight. He stepped

reverted to his formal, polite demeanor. “Sir, it seems there’s been a misunderstanding between that lady and our

Neil, the two saleswomen started exchanging their knowing glances, which only fueled

my anger.

called me a homewrecker. If they do not apologize and resign, I

here or get remarried, we’ll give

clenched my teeth, my