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

cold and clear, loud enough for both

before continuing on

about to enter, I quickened my pace and blocked

scene, brought Hiram over. “What’s going on?”

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

anything!” Their denial was synchronized.

was adamant. It was one thing to be mistaken as Neil’s wife, but being called

the police caught them off guard. It seemed like a petty thing to involve

attention of the studio manager. Understandably, it was

here, Isla and Katara?” The manager

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

have no idea what we did to upset this lady.” Katara

me, the “homewrecker”,

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

Mark’s polite demeanor changed instantly. “Lady, aren’t you being a bit

overweight. He stepped closer

intimidating than Mr. Mark’s. Seeing Neil step up, Mr. Mark quickly reverted to his formal, polite demeanor. “Sir, it seems there’s

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

my anger.

do not apologize and resign, I will take

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

and I clenched