Chapter 8 Justice for the Children Who Lost Their Lives

Numerous gazes fell on Tiana as soon as those words left her mouth.

Even amongst the many eyes on her, she could instantly tell who the most piercing pair had belonged to—Elizabeth. Her scrutinizing gaze was full of dissatisfaction as she stared at Tiana. From the looks of it, the only reason why Tiana hadn’t been whipped by Elizabeth’s cane was because they weren’t alone at the moment.

Tiana unwillingly took a step back as she gulped. However, she stepped on her son, who was on the floor, instead of the ground. The child then immediately burst into tears and started to wail at the top of his lungs.

Seeing her son cry, she slapped the boy across his cheek. “What are you crying for? Did someone die?” she impatiently hissed.

Five-year-old Theodore Ashe only sobbed harder at that. Brokenhearted, he cried, “Momma, you meanie! Momma is a poo-poo head! I don’t like Momma anymore!”

Tiana was already in a foul mood to begin with, but it worsened when he started giving her a hard time. It made her so infuriated that she itched to send another slap his way.

The mood in the living room gradually dampened as the two of them argued between themselves.

Elizabeth’s face had fallen after spectating the interaction between the mother and son. “Come with me to the study room after you sign the agreement, Rae,” she suddenly said to Rachel, who only nodded in response.

After leaving her signature on the document, she slightly bent toward her son and instructed, “Casper, can you take care of Olive while I’m gone? I will be back in a jiffy.”

“Leave Olive to me!” Casper announced with a grin. “Trust me, Mommy!”

And trusted her son, she did.

protector ever since he grew into a sensible little

couldn’t afford to concern herself with when she

to work in the morning, Casper was the one who took care of Olivia. The child had already learned how to be an older brother to his younger sister at only four

I had known the truth four years ago… I didn’t think that useless Francis would lock you up for eight

couldn’t help but notice how lovingly the older woman treated her—both

Olivia back to her home country since she wanted Olivia to

care for her child as much

to have to worry about something like this at eighty-three years old. Rest assured, I no longer am the naive young miss I once was. I want to fight for justice for the

she spoke, she could almost

lifeless bodies of both her first and second son lying on the cold ground

had quietly passed away and she

of that, Rachel’s eyes were already wet

back. “Since you are here at the Sinclair Residence, treat this as

nodded at

head of the Sinclair Residence, Elizabeth was the one who wore the pants in the family. Rachel wouldn’t have to worry about her stay as long

there without repaying the Sinclairs. With the chip that she had developed, the Sinclairs

if she had

were interrupted by

Elizabeth asked, a

son, was someone who would always cause a commotion everytime he and

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