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.

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

once more, this time with a cold smile upon her lips. “Instead of going after my son for your precious pendant, why don’t you ask

shifted guiltily to the back at the sound

unusual with her son’s behavior. Instead,

yours for no apparent reason?” Minerva cast Xavian another look of disgust before turning to address Wendell. “Isn’t this a prestigious institution? How could you allow such

to their feet, fists

her eyes narrowed menacingly for a long while before uttering a

are, calling me degrading names like that?”

in the air inches from

a father figure around growing up. I used to feel pity for you but now that I’ve met all of you, I couldn’t blame the children’s father

was suddenly replaced by a shrill

“Ah!”

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

broken, she howled in