When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 17

“What the heck are you doing!” Kristin burst into the courtyard in time to catch the nanny kicking Summer.

With a trembling voice, Kristin instinctively rushed over, shoved the nanny aside, and pulled Summer into her arms. “Mommy’s here. Dear Summer, you’re okay.”

Summer was in severe pain and started to cry. “Mommy…”

Shaking. Kristin held Summer tight and looked up at those who bullied a child with contempt.

The FitzGerald family and even their servants are such disgustingly vile creatures.

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, huh? He stole Milo’s toy and broke it,” the nanny said mockingly, looking down from her high horse. “Like mother, like son, huh?”

“I heard this kid’s a bastard child. Who knows who his dad is? Probably no good, just like him. A thieving mom and a loser dad, what chances did the kid have?”

The servants all sneered at Summer and Kristin because Kristin used to be a high and mighty young lady but was even beneath them.

It was also because her child didn’t have a father.

“Summer, don’t listen…” Kristin covered Summer’s ears, not wanting him to hear the filth of this world.

“Where do you think you’re going? Have him kneel and apologize to me, or I won’t let this slide.” Milo demanded arrogantly, having picked up Eve and Vincent’s overbearing ways.

Connor and Vincent were two sides of the same coin, both born of the same mother. Naturally. Milo bore a striking resemblance to Vincent, especially the way he demanded Summer to kneel, an exact replica of Vincent’s own domineering nature.

Kristin ignored Milo, intent on taking Summer back to the storeroom.

you deaf? A pair of thieves,” the nanny said as

Summer, injuring her ankle again, cold sweat breaking out all over

Kristin believed in her son. He was so well–behaved

apologize to my Superman!” Milo insisted on an apology

behavior,

to insult her and Summer.

red as he clung to Kristin. “Mommy,

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Chapter 17

He was only five, after all. “I

“Mommy believes in you, Summer.

spoke softly. “Mr. Milo, I apologize

his hips, smug as ever. “Bad woman.”

the life of a young

knew she wouldn’t steal a child’s toy, but because of her tarnished reputation, all

I washed my hands. Where

home. She was just there to

hours and the place was swarming with

exchanged glances, all nervously looking down.

She’s a thief, a repeat offender.

as she approached for