Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 17 Undress

"What are you doing?!" Jasmine burst into the courtyard just in time to see the Nanny kick Justin.

Her voice trembling, she instinctively charged forward, shoving the Nanny aside to shield Justin in her arms. "Justin, Mom's here; it's okay."

Justin cried out in pain. "Mom..."

Jasmine held Justin tightly, shaking as she looked up at those who were tormenting a child.

At the Douglas residence, even the servants' demeanors were revolting.

"Your son's taking after you, huh? He chose thievery over decency, stealing Casey's toy and even breaking it," the nanny said mockingly from her moral high ground. "Apples don't fall far from the tree."

"I've heard this child is nothing but a bastard. Who knows who his father is probably another no-good thief. What can you expect from the offspring of a thief and some wild man?" The servants continued to mock Justin and Jasmine.

Jasmine was once a high-society heiress, now she found herself ranked even below the servants.

All because her child had no father.

"Justin don't listen..." Jasmine covered her child's ears, shielding him from their foul language.

"Where do you think you're going? Make him kneel and apologize to me, or I won't let this go," Casey demanded, his young age belying the domineering attitude he had picked up from Lisa and Daniel.

fall far from the tree, with Lisa and Daniel being siblings, it was no

master Casey is talking to you; are you deaf? A pair of

her ankle, the pain sending chills through

steal your toy," Jasmine affirmed, believing in her

Man!" Casey insisted on an apology-not just any apology, but an apology to

it was mere childish squabbling,

to feel entitled to shame her and

eyes brimmed with tears as he clung to Jasmine.

He was just five years old. "I didn't steal Iron Man. It broke when he left

tightened her hold on her son, embracing him firmly. "Mom believes

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ground and spoke softly. "Master Casey,

haughtily with his hands on his hips. "Bad woman, you

a thief! She stole another heiress's life and now she

found it bitterly ironic; she had only just returned, and everyone knew she wouldn't steal a child's toy, yet because of a tarnished reputation, she was

on the washbasin?" Lisa emerged

but today she returned to

gone by; the household