The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 316

Natalie was beginning to grasp the true extent of the matter after interrogating her sons.

This fatty with a punching bag for a face is obviously not telling the truth. Though it can be forgiven if a five-year-old can’t think for himself, isn’t it ludicrous how the mother jumped to conclusions by accusing Xavian and commenting about the way he is being brought up? Stupid b*tch, I’ll show her!

Natalie clenched her fists so hard that her nails dug into the flesh of her palms, though she felt no pain.

“You may accuse my son of whatever you want,” Natalie said quietly with a dangerous glint in her eyes. But you’d better have the evidence to back it up. All you’re basing this upon is what your own child claimed. I don’t think his word is sufficient enough proof.”

At the mere mention of the lost pendant, Minerva became agitated once more.

“Your son’s thieving little fingers did it! Why don’t you ask him instead of accusing my son’s integrity?”

“This pendant was given to Milton by his grandmother,” she continued, getting more worked up by the minute. “It has been hanging from his neck since the day he was born. Five years ago, it was valued to be at ten million. I shudder to even imagine how much it would cost today. If your son doesn’t return the pendant, you are going to have to pay for it. Otherwise, be prepared to go to prison!”

Natalie gave a sardonic smile.

of evidence, can you? Now I know you’re full of sh*t, just like your idiotic

claim, do you have nothing more to add to the credibility of your accusation?” asked Natalie once more, this time with a cold smile upon her lips. “Instead of going after

the back at the sound

anything unusual with her son’s behavior. Instead, she maintained

before turning to address Wendell. “Isn’t this a prestigious institution? How could you allow such uncultured scum to be

leaped to their feet,

menacingly for a long while before uttering a single

you think you are, calling me

a ferocious finger in the air

used to feel pity for you but

was suddenly replaced by a shrill

“Ah!”

finger. All Minerva could do was watch in horror as her finger became dislocated with a deft flick of

finger had been broken, she howled in pain as she threw