Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller
Chapter 107
Chapter 107
Marina waited for a while to no avail. She vented her anger on Connor.
“You brat! I gave birth to you and raised you! And you can’t even call me your mother! You’re so happy whenever you call that bitch your mother, huh?
“Why did I give birth to an idiot? Other than your face, you’re useless!”
She turned him over to spank him. He cried as he didn’t know what he did wrong.
Mina hurried over to the scene, and Marina stopped.
Marina threw Connor at her, threatening, “You have quite the temper.
But I’m warning you, if you let anyone know about this, you ought to leave this house tomorrow.”
Connor wasn’t Ethan’s biological son. Yet he resembled Ethan so much.
him paternal love in order to placate the guilt
Connor so she could become Mrs. Miller. She didn’t want to infuriate Ethan with such
when she
a year, and she had grown attached to
she do this to a little kid? As a mother, she’s nowhere as
to Ethan, but she
really
out about it, that would reveal her disloyalty toward
Mina to take care
grievance and comforted
of Sea Crest Port, Brent was checking the surveillance footage of Collington
were a few hidden
pouring eggs over Olivia, he clenched
eyebrows smoothened a little when
only the beginning. Marina’s following actions
the first thing she
protected him by risking her life, he wouldn’t have been able to stay uninjured from falling down the stairs. Brent was surprised by the event. “If anyone sees this, one might mistake Ms. Fordham as Master Connor’s mother. “Ms. Carlton didn’t care about her son. She’s so cruel, Mr. Miller. Are
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