My Son's Mom Will Be My Wife

My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 3–Hearing that, everyone present turned to look in the direction the voice came from.

An adorable little boy had appeared, at some point in the scandal, inadvertently at the door. He appeared to be about four or five years old, and was dressed in a white shirt and black suspender pants, accompanied by a matching pair of leather shoes. He was the spitting image of a petty gentleman, or to be more exact, a child of the nobility.

“What a lovely boy!”

“Where did that little guy come from?” He’s adorable.

Most of the people in the place had never seen the boy, but it was clear that they found him endearing while appreciating him. Tessa also looked surprised to see him. He had a plump little face but with fine features. It was easy to imagine how handsome he would be when he grew up.

At that time, even though the boy was of a tender age, he still had a gloomy look with his features set in an equal expression. He even seemed authoritative, as if he had an adult soul hidden within his miniature frame.

“You,” she began curtly, her gaze icy as she pointed a finger at Sophia, “You should be the one to apologize.

Sophia was surprised at first, but she got furious and blurted out:

“Whose brat is this?” You don’t even know what you’re saying! I had nothing to do with him breaking the violin, so why should I apologize?

-Be careful with what you say! The words had just been spoken when the two bodyguards behind the boy barked furiously at Sophia, “Who do you think you are, woman?” How dare you speak to our young lord so insolently?

in surprise, and for a moment, she couldn’t understand

the Sawyer family, the heir to

Gregory, what

hearing that: “What? Is this brat

and though he looked young, his voice still held

I clearly saw what was happening. It was that woman

him as she gazed at the little boy with soft gratitude

that you must have proof before making such claims, and you can’t go around making false accusations like

and his face was still grim

you think I don’t have proof?” With that, he clapped his hands together, and a cameraman with recorder in hand came through the door as if he’d been summoned. The videographer held the

person in charge of recording young Mr. Gregory’s birthday banquet today, and I have here on my camera the exact moment you tripped that lady and caused Mrs. Sawyer’s violin

speechless, unable to retort against the videographer. Her expression was tight with fury as she thought, Damn! I came this close to pushing that wretched Tessa into the depths of hell

violin was my grandmother’s precious instrument, and it’s worth six million!” So pay up,’

Reinhart family business had been in steady decline for the past few years, and six million was an astronomical price

her up. As you can see, there isn’t much room in here, and I didn’t think I could trip her just by stretching out her leg a bit. The violin is of such extravagant value, and I wouldn’t be foolish enough to break

 It’s bad enough that she set me up, and now she wants me

violin, so you have to pay for it!” And since you were wrong, you also have to apologize to the beautiful lady. Now put

only three feet tall, but he