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 insult me

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

continuing on their

to enter, I quickened my pace and blocked their path.

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

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

didn’t say anything!” Their denial was

to call the police.” I was adamant. It was one thing to be mistaken as

caught them off guard. It seemed like a petty thing to involve the authorities in.

attention of the studio manager. Understandably, it was bad

going on here, Isla and Katara?” The

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

no idea what we did

the “homewrecker”, was evident.

mistresses, but I wouldn’t tolerate being wrongfully accused. I looked at Mr. Mark. “You’re the manager here, right? Your employees have been slandering me. I have only one request: fire them both!”

Mark’s polite demeanor changed instantly. “Lady, aren’t you

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

to his formal, polite demeanor. “Sir, it seems there’s been a misunderstanding between that lady and our staff. We just want

Neil, the two

my anger.

If they do not apologize and resign,