Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 452

If Neil was still the sharp-witted man I knew, he would easily discern the disbelief in my eyes.

Did he really need to ask? He should have just declined and explained that we were not a married couple, let alone a family.

But it was Hiram who spoke up. The boy looked pretty miffed as he told the saleswoman, “Lady, you’re making things up. She’s not my mom, but this man here is my dad!”

Hiram shot me a glance and pouted, clearly upset.

The saleswoman seemed taken aback, probably trying to piece together the situation in her head. But whatever conclusion she came to did not seem favorable, as she suddenly looked at me disdainfully and exchanged a knowing glance with her colleague.

“Oh, we see. Our mistake!” they retracted their family portrait offer and turned to leave.

I didn’t dwell on it and continued walking forward, while Neil and Hiram trailed behind me.

Given my proximity to the saleswomen, I overheard some of their hushed talk.

“Such a woman, really…”

“Exactly, the man is parading his child around, but she doesn’t feel embarrassed?”

“Look at that man, handsome and wealthy-looking. She must be a homewrecker who was after him!”

They glanced back at me and quickly sped up their pace when they noticed my stern gaze.

think they could just

cold and clear, loud enough for both of them

continuing on their way, their strides getting quicker. Their studio

enter, I quickened my pace

the scene, brought Hiram over.

me? Say it again.” I didn’t answer Neil, but turned my fierce gaze on

didn’t say anything!” Their denial was synchronized.

clearly heard, I’ll have to call the police.” I was adamant. It was one thing to be mistaken as Neil’s wife,

mention of the police caught them off guard. It seemed like a petty thing to involve

quarrel at the entrance drew the attention of the studio manager. Understandably, it

on here, Isla and Katara?” The

is causing trouble for us!” Isla, one of the saleswomen, pointed at me. “We just offered them

right, Mr. Mark. We have no idea what we did to

the “homewrecker”, was evident.

but I wouldn’t tolerate being wrongfully accused. I looked at Mr. Mark. “You’re the manager here, right? Your employees have been slandering

demeanor changed instantly. “Lady, aren’t you being a bit unreasonable?”

a man of average height, slightly overweight. He stepped closer to me,

more intimidating than Mr. Mark’s. Seeing Neil step up, Mr. Mark quickly reverted to his formal, polite demeanor. “Sir, it seems there’s been a misunderstanding between that lady and our staff. We just want to clarify things. May I ask what your relation to her is?”

he questioned my relationship with Neil, the two saleswomen

my anger.

ex-husband. Your employees just called me a homewrecker. If they do not apologize and resign, I will take