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 think they could just insult

and clear, loud enough for both of

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

they were about to enter, I quickened my pace and blocked

the scene, brought Hiram over. “What’s going

didn’t answer Neil, but turned

didn’t say anything!” Their denial was synchronized.

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

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

drew the attention of the studio manager. Understandably, it

on here, Isla and

“We just offered them a family portrait and she refused. Then she started following

idea what we

for me, the “homewrecker”,

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

demeanor changed instantly. “Lady, aren’t you being a

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

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 a misunderstanding between that lady and our

the two saleswomen

my anger.

ex-husband. Your employees just called me a homewrecker. If they do not apologize and

ever want to take photos here or get remarried, we’ll give you a 20% discount. Is

I clenched my