Natalie squinted and looked in the direction of the voices. She saw Susan holding a small boy a little older than Connor, sitting on the sofa and playing with some toys.
The boy sat on Susan’s lap while she affectionately kissed and pinched the boy’s cheeks.
On seeing this scene, Natalie’s eyes twinkled, and she smiled.
Isn’t this little Donald?
Susan is really gutsy to bring Donald to the Smith Residence. Is she not afraid of being exposed?
Since Susan had not noticed her arrival, Natalie called out to her. “Hello, Susan.”
As Susan’s gaze turned to Natalie, all the motherly affection disappeared from her eyes, and her countenance changed. “What are you doing here? Who asked you to come?”
“I’m here to see my dad.” Natalie headed toward the sofa and sat down in front of Susan and her son.
Seeing that Natalie did not stand on ceremony, Susan snorted coldly, “See your dad? Didn’t you say that you no longer have a father? Who knows what’s your real purpose in visiting this place?”
“This is none of your business,” Natalie spoke as she brushed her hair.
Susan rolled her eyes and gloated. “I heard that your marriage with Shane is on the drocks. Are you here to seek your father for support since Shane wants you no more?”
Natalie knew that these words were meant to provoke her, so she laughed it off. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I have yet to reach that point in life, nor do I need support from anyone. I can handle my own problems.”
Susan pouted, feeling that her efforts to irk Natalie were always futile.
“Say, Susan, is this child…” Natalie asked as if she did not already know.
Susan panicked and held Donald tight. She then pretended to be calm as she replied, “This is the son of a distant cousin.”
“Oh, really. From what I can see, he really looks a lot like you.” Natalie’s gaze traveled from Susan’s face to Donald’s and then back again.
Donald inherited Susan’s looks. There was a resemblance of fifty to sixty percent. In fact, he even looked a little like Jasmine.
Susan panicked even more when Natalie said that Donald resembled her. The smile on her face faded instantly. Barely managing to fake a smile on her face, she replied, “My cousin and I are related, so it’s not strange if Donald looks like me.”
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