Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear novel Chapter 12

The conversation in the garden got so awkward that it got silenced.

It was then a sharp scream came from inside the hall.

Jeanne turned around. She had a feeling that something had happened.

She strode inside swiftly.

Fourth Master Swan watched her strode in and decided to follow her inside.

In the hall, Jeanne saw her son, George, standing in the middle and was surrounded by people.

When Jeanne strode over, George looked at her with a grievance.

Jeanne was already wondering what took George so long in the men's room and now it seemed like he had already come out by himself.

She looked around and saw Octavia, who also garnered quite the attention to herself.

Octavia was hugging her falling dress and she was screaming in panic.

Someone had stepped on her dress and caused it to slip off her. Even her nude color breast pads were exposed, embarrassing her in front of everyone.

"What's wrong?" Damian came over in a hurry.

"T-This rascal stepped on my dress on purpose! He did it on purpose!" Octavia was driven mad by the embarrassment that she could barely keep herself calm.

Damian threw a glance at Thedus.

Thedus quickly took his jacket off and covered his mother's embarrassment.

"No, I didn't do it on purpose. I came out of the men's room and wanted to look for my mom. I accidentally ran into Grandma," George explained with teary eyes and an innocent look.

"Grandma, I really didn't mean it. I'm sorry."

He even politely bowed to express his apology.

Octavia would never let the boy off with just an apology. She pointed at George and screamed, "You ill-educated b*stard! Someone send him out immediately!"

Monica had also just arrived at the charity ball.

She was late because her husband, Finn, got delayed by an operation.

The scene of her godson being bullied fueled her anger. She wanted to jump in and reason with Octavia but before she could, Jeanne had stepped up.

"1 wonder who's the ill-educated one. Madam Locke, or my son?" Jeanne said.

The emotion in her voice was flat but it was deterring.

Monica was shocked at her friend's reaction. The others were too.

Jeanne stepped up boldly and confronted Octavia. "My son said he didn't do it on purpose and he had already apologized. As an elder, must you be this calculative with a boy?" "YOU!" "Besides, this is a ball for high society and all ladies here know how to maintain their temperament and etiquette. As an elder, Madam Locke shouldn't have allowed a young boy to step on your dress. Are you being careless or was my son being naughty?"

"JEANNE!" Octavia screamed. "You're not even married to my son and you're this arrogant already?!"

"Do you mean when I married your son, I could be even more arrogant? Like you?"

"YOU!"

"Let's take one step back and look at things. I'm your son's fiance and as my son's future grandmother, you should've been tolerant with a boy and not insult him in public. Madam Locke, if you reacted this way, can I say that you never planned to accept me and my son into your family?" Jeanne asked.

She sounded flat throughout the confrontation and yet her words were pressuring.