My Dreamy Old Husband

Betsy was wearing a full face of makeup, and a short, low-cut dress that showed off her long legs. At that moment, she was trying to feed Hope, who refused to open his mouth. His tiny face had an icy cold expression.

“Hope!” At once, Sarah appeared at the door and called out anxiously. Hope, who had his back toward the door, turned around and eyed her and the people with her. He was comparing the strengths of his mother and Betsy, contemplating whether to run to his mother, or continuing acting like he didn’t know her.

When he saw Sarah, he realized she only brought Sophia and two little lackeys with her. As such, he suppressed the urge of running over to his mother and remained seated without any expression.

Upon seeing no response from Hope, Sarah was baffled. “Hope, what’s the matter?”

Regardless, Hope was still silent and the atmosphere became tense. On his face, the bright red lipstick stain looked like it had become more distinctive.

Sarah assumed something had happened to her son so she lunged forward while hissing, “F*ck you, b*tch! What have you done to my son?”

However, Betsy deliberately went to sit next to Hope and gave him a kiss on his other cheek, leaving another lipstick stain that matched the first one.

“Your son? Soon, he won’t be yours anymore… Right, Sour Face? You’re my good boy,” She lifted his chin and puckered her lips before leaving yet another lipstick stain on his forehead.

Meanwhile, Hope was indifferent and remained silent. He did not show any emotions, nor did he respond or object.

Thinking he was just shaken up, Betsy rubbed his cheeks and continued, “Come on, son. Call me ‘Mommy’. Say, ‘Mommy’.”

No matter what the

daughter duo. Just then, she fumed, “Betsy, let go of Hope. Are you trying to start a war

She curled her lips and giggled, “Start a war? Do I look like I’m starting a war? I’m clearly trying to unite the Winston and Adams

at Sarah whose face was flushing with anger, she smirked. “Well? Have you

let you replace me, you can dream on! It’s

could count. She would attach herself onto Harry whenever there was an opportunity, and that caused Harry to be at his wit’s end. He would avoid her like she was AIDS. Now, Betsy hardly

was vacant, she would have a higher chance with Harry. Previously, she used many

sing-song voice, “Fine, then the both of us will carry on with this.” She was

I will come up with many ways to take it. I will grab even the smallest opportunities to get what I want. He can run, but he’ll never be able to hide from me. As long as I’m still around, both

it was about to explode anytime. Indeed, even if Harry was unwavering,

was contemplating leaping forward to fight this foul woman, but since Hope

deep breaths to calm herself as best as she could. With a calmer voice, she said, “Didn’t you say you would let him go if I came? Well, I’m here now. If you have any problems with me, come to me. Leave my

it slowly. She placed the glass before Hope and said, “Here, son. Have

with lipstick stains, glanced

devilishly and held him closer to her. “Yes, I did say I would give him to you, but didn’t I ask you to bring Harry along?

tried very hard to hold back her screams of frustration and said through gritted teeth, “I will never let you see my husband!” There is no way I’m going to step down! Betsy can