Charming Mommy of adorable triplets

Chapter 199

“Shut up!” Willow screamed while her eyes were bloodshot. “B*tch, if you weren’t that lucky, you should’ve been wasted by Sergio Baldwin long-”

Willow was halfway through the sentence when she subconsciously realized that she had lost her cool and said something devastating. She then trembled from head to toe.

Everyone around gasped.

Maisie picked the red wine glass on the table up and swirled it lightly while walking up to Willow. “Yes, if I weren’t that lucky six years ago, I would indeed have been ruined by you. Didn’t you say that you’re Marina’s daughter? Don’t you want to keep the status of the daughter of the de Armas?

“I don’t want the identity that even my mother didn’t want. Thus, allow me to honor you on behalf of my dead mother with this glass of wine.” Maisie chuckled, raised the wine glass, and poured it over Willow’s head.

The red wine streamed down from her hair onto her face and clothes. 1

Willow froze in place. One could imagine how embarrassed she was in the eyes of all the guests present.

Ryleigh ridiculed Willow after she realized something. “Willow Vanderbilt, are you so shameless that you’re pretending to be Zee’s mother’s daughter?”

I’m not-” Willow

mother secured her status in the Vanderbilts? Do you know that Zee’s father didn’t get a divorce from Zee’s mother when your mother was pregnant with you? So, not only are you an illegitimate daughter that just won’t stay quiet and is also trying to harm Zee in any way possible,

finished speaking, more and more voices started echoing around

such a

mother’s the homewrecker, and she despises her so much for being the person who ruined somebody else’s family

is impersonating the daughter

to her just now. What a

that came from all over the place made Willow’s whole body sway

wine glass. “Willow, do remember, even though it’s an identity that I don’t want, you’re still

destiny that

frozen

gloomy face and was about to step forward to explain herself when a slap unexpectedly landed on her

of attention to

she thought about it, the angrier she

Aunty, don’t listen to