My dear lawyer novel Chapter 278

“What did you say? Where did Vivian go?” Angie questioned loudly, standing up from the seat at once.

“Miss Angie, we couldn’t have a chance to deal with her.” The man who was reporting felt aggrieved.

Angie raised her hand to shut him up. After pondering for several seconds, she asked with a frown, “What’s the last place you saw her?”

“At the airport. She left with a man and a child. That man was protected by guards. We couldn't get close at all,” the man answered honestly.

“A child? What child?” Heart thumping, Angie asked, clutching the man’s collar and not caring about her identity. The jumping blue veins exposed on her slender, white hands illustrated her inward anxiety and fear.

Confused, the man didn’t dare to resist and replied blankly, “It... It’s a boy, hugged by John...”

“No, that’s not what I’m asking. Tell me now. How old is that boy? What does he look like? Tell me quickly.” Her voice even cracked in the end. Angie widened her eyes to the largest, just like a female ghost in horror movies.

The man stammered with fear, “He... He... Is... Less than five years old. I... I don’t know his exact age... We couldn’t see that boy clearly in the distance.”

“Less than five years old... He is indeed less than five years old...” Angie suddenly let go of him, somewhat stunned, as if she didn’t believe the fact.

The boy was less than five years old. He left with Vivian and John secretly. So the child couldn’t be John’s, since John just returned to China. But if John wasn’t his father, who could it be?

Why did they leave with a child? Angie had already had an answer, but she was reluctant to accept the insane truth.

Based on his age, he could be the child of Vivian and William.

That was impossible, impossible!

Angie clutched the man’s arms like a lunatic. An enormous storm was whipping in her eyes.

But her voice was incredibly soft. “Tell me. What did that boy call John? Did he call John dad? Did he call that bitch mom?”

Watching his petrified face, Angie shook him with all her might and stormed hysterically, “Tell me. Did he!”

Possibly, that boy was a bastard of John and Vivian. Now they got back together. So, they eloped with the child.

Yes, it must be the truth. It made sense.

The man felt a sudden pain in his arms, on which were ten obvious scratches. Even so, he didn’t dare to shake off the woman who might collapse at any time.

He had to nod and stammer, “That boy only called Vivian mom. He called John uncle, not dad.”

The man felt aggrieved. It was said that Angie was knowledgeable, gentle, quiet, and as kind as a fairy. It wasn’t the truth at all.

According to her current performance, she was clearly a lunatic, a ghost.

Her shred of hope was broken because of his answer. Angie threw off his hands and bellowed, pointing at the door, “Out, get out!”