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.

A pair of thieves,” the nanny said as she shoved Kristin

cold sweat breaking out all over her

He was so well–behaved and

apologize to my Superman!”

was childish behavior, Kristín felt

free to insult her and

clung to Kristin. “Mommy, I’ll apologize. But

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of Kristin being wronged. He was only five, after all. “I didn’t steal his Superman.

son tightened, holding him close. “Mommy

I apologize

on his hips,

life of a young lady, and

found it so ironic. She had only returned, and everyone knew she wouldn’t steal a child’s toy, but because of her tarnished

I washed my hands. Where

was just there to

place was swarming with sticky

glances, all nervously looking

She’s a thief, a repeat offender. She even admitted to

darkened as she approached for