The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 570

Chapter 570

With her eyes betraying a hint of jealousy, Irene couldn’t help but glance at Aiden, who stood beside Amelia. She hadn’t expected Amelia to give birth to a child while in prison.

Meanwhile, Irene herself had lost the ability to bear children and now found herself forced to raise Amelia’s child in the future.

“Amelia, it’s been a while,” Irene greeted her. “I heard from Warren that Aiden is his child. In that case, I will treat Aiden as my own child from now on!”

As she spoke, Irene pointed to the driver standing behind her, who held a handful of children’s toys in his hand.

“These are the toys I prepared for Aiden. I didn’t know where you were living, so I came here to deliver them,” Irene explained, offering a warm smile.

However, in Amelia’s eyes, that smile was so unsettling that it sent shivers of fear down her spine.

Back then, Irene had also smiled gently at her. But in the blink of an eye, she had feigned a fall down the stairs. It left Amelia wondering what Irene’s true intentions were this time.

Almost subconsciously, Amelia moved to shield her son, positioning herself protectively in front of him.

“What do you want?” Amelia asked cautiously.

“What else could I want? I simply want to be kind to Aiden. After all, he is Warren’s son and will be my son in the future,” Irene replied with a smile.

“Aiden will never be your son!” Amelia exclaimed firmly, her thoughts racing, “How could I ever allow my son to become the child of a woman who framed me?”

hand even tighter, as if she feared that the woman before her might

her most

little boy frowned, his young mind

did that other woman say that I would be her son in the future? I’m clearly

did Amelia realize that she had unintentionally hurt her son, prompting her to loosen her grip on him

voice sounded again. “Is this really necessary? Amelia, although you heartlessly pushed me

Irene. She mused, “Stop! Stop talking about it, especially on such an occasion. There are children and parents

be raising a child. It

of color. Her hand holding her son’s grew cold

forward from behind

things the

that was exactly why he flew into a rage.

him, his

a trace of imperceptible disgust flickered in her eyes, especially when she noticed that

if she was in jail or not,” Irene urged Aiden, her gaze still on Amelia’s pale

face, she found herself at a loss for how to

food cart. I wonder if the Fletcher family had a hand in colluding with these thugs. In the current climate of fighting against wrongdoing, let’s hope the Fletcher family doesn’t

darkened, and she fixed her gaze on Rosalie. “Ah, so it’s you! You’ve been to jail as well, haven’t you?

You and

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