Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1183

At this moment, his disgust for Antonia had reached its peak. However, upon realizing she had changed the way how she called him at a critical moment,

he felt strange. Aside from a sense of relief, he acknowledged that Antonia wasn’t entirely without merit.

The kid was still on the ground, crying and clinging onto Daisy’s legs, pointing a trembling finger at Antonia.

“Mommy, it’s all her fault!”

Daisy was even more infuriated, without hesitation, she swung her hand again, smacking Antonia’s mouth until it bled.

Antonia wanted to fight back against this vixen, this wicked mistress Who did she think she was to slap her!

But Maja was constantly instructing her through her earbuds, and at this moment, she had no choice but to listen to Maja and play the victim.

The kid’s wailing was piercing, annoying everyone around. If he wasn’t Daisy’s son, he would have been kicked out of the group long ago.

But Daisy, indulging in her affection, squatted down to hug the child, glaring menacingly at Peter, signaling him to deal with Antonia promptly.

Antonia’s eyes were full of grievance as she clung to Peter’s sleeve.

it really wasn’t me. The kid fell

and Daisy, Peter naturally chose the latter, so he

isn’t spared from

continued to ery, but Daisy was unrelenting.

her eyes, Antonia muttered, “I’m

it. I

sneered, clutching Daisy’s

at five, he was smart enough to know that his mother was his support. As long as she was

with him

eyes. Kneel to this mistress and her rotten brat?

Why should she?

Why?

in her earbuds, Maja’s voice was

“Kneel”

over, her face full of humiliation.

a bit too much. How could they

eyes, but he averted his gaze, clearly unwilling to

began to weep as she knelt down, “I’m sorry.

lips curling into

daughter is ill, no wonder her husband doesn’t love her Serves her right, doesn’t

name was called, felt a bit awkward, but he quickly responded, “Yes, yes, Daisy. Don’t be angry. Sit down for a while. I’ll get rid of this woman so she won’t spoil your view

a cold snort, Daisy stood tall, like a rooster that had won a fight.

hold back her tears.