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.

just

and clear, loud enough for both of them to hear.

a look before continuing on their way, their strides getting

enter, I quickened my pace and

noticing the scene, brought Hiram over. “What’s going on?”

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

say anything!” Their

police.” I was adamant. It was one thing to be

guard. It seemed

the attention of the studio manager. Understandably, it

on here, Isla and Katara?” The

of the saleswomen, pointed at me. “We just offered them a family portrait and she refused. Then

Mark. We have no idea what we did to upset this lady.” Katara chimed in.

me, the “homewrecker”,

Mr. Mark. “You’re the manager here, right? Your employees have been

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

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

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

he questioned my relationship with Neil, the two saleswomen

my anger.

Your employees just called me a homewrecker. If they do not apologize and resign, I will take legal action.” I was stern,