Chapter 1157 We Did It On Purpose
Wendy’s words were getting more and more vicious. Rosalie was afraid the little ones would hear it and quickly opened the door.
“If you’ve scolded enough, you can leave now.”
When she finally came out, Wendy got angrier looking at her face. “How dare you come out?! Do you think Byron can help you?”
Rosalie frowned impatiently. “I’ve said that I’ll keep a distance from them in the future. I went to the kindergarten today to confirm Estie’s situation. I didn’t think I’d meet Byron there, and no one would’ve known I went if no one bullied Estie.”
Then, Rosalie promised. “As long as Estie is fine, I’ll disappear from your life.”
“Are you kidding me?” Wendy looked at Rosalie disdainfully. “Do you think I still believe you? What about those two little bastards? Get them out! I’m going to show them what a person you are! I’ll show them how you seduce other people’s fiances!”
Rosalie looked annoyed and warned, “Wendy, leave if you’ve caused enough commotion! Otherwise, I’ll call the police.”
Wendy sneered. “Call the police, then! I want to see if the police will support a homewrecker like you or me, the lawfully engaged fiancee!”
The two little ones had finished discussing upstairs and heard the commotion downstairs.
They vaguely heard someone insulting their mommy for being a homewrecker.
Puzzled, the little ones ran to the balcony on the second floor and looked down.
All they saw was Wendy standing at the gate of their house, scolding and pointing at their mommy.
“Byron won’t even look at you no matter how hard you try. If Byron had no feelings for you six years ago, he wouldn’t have feelings for you now either!
I’m the only person who has the right to marry Byron!”
‘Then, she gritted her teeth and reminded Rosalie, “The Lawrence family won’t accept the two brats with unknown identities either!”
Anger shot through Rosalie upon hearing Wendy repeatedly say that Lucian and Nox were some brats without a father.
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