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 insult me

voice was cold and clear, loud enough

only to shoot me a look before continuing on their way, their strides getting quicker. Their

enter, I quickened my pace and blocked their path.

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

two just say about me? Say it again.” I didn’t answer Neil, but turned my fierce gaze on the two saleswomen.

anything!” Their denial was

I clearly heard, I’ll have to call the police.” I was adamant.

the police caught them off guard. It seemed

of the studio manager. Understandably, it was

going on here, Isla and Katara?” The manager approached

“We just offered them a family portrait and she refused. Then she started following us,

idea what we did to upset this lady.” Katara chimed in.

me, the “homewrecker”,

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

my demand, Mr. Mark’s polite demeanor changed instantly. “Lady, aren’t

Mark was a man of average height, slightly overweight.

doing?” Neil stepped in front of me, his imposing figure much 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

the two saleswomen started exchanging their knowing glances, which only fueled

my anger.

ex-husband. Your employees just called me a homewrecker. If they do not apologize and resign, I will take legal action.” I was stern, with no intention of a