A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 361

Winifred smiled at Fabiola. "Thank you so much."

"No problem at all," Fabiola replied with a bright smile.

Shannon beamed at her daughter-in-law. "Thanks for your help, Fabiola."

"It's nothing. You and Winifred catch up. She's so busy, it's rare for her to visit the mansion."

Fabiola took Seth's hand and led him toward the restroom. Her two nannies followed close behind—one carrying her chubby baby boy, the other pushing Seth's little tricycle.

About ten minutes later, Winifred was chatting with Sylvia and the other elder ladies of the family, sharing some health tips for the upcoming winter.

Suddenly, a deafening wail echoed from the direction of the restroom.

"Is that... the baby?" Shannon's face drained of color. She grabbed Winifred's arm, and they rushed over.

As they drew closer, the infant's cries grew piercingly loud, filled with such agonizing pain it sounded as if the child couldn't catch his breath.

"What happened to my grandson? Let me see!"

Winifred pushed past the three adults huddled together and peered over. Good heavens.

Fabiola's four-month-old son had three massive, bloody scratch marks across his chubby face. The skin was completely broken.

"Look at what your precious son did!" Fabiola sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

One of the nannies immediately pointed a finger at Seth. "We brought Seth to the restroom, but he insisted on going in alone. The missus and I waited outside, so we put the baby in the tricycle basket to entertain him. When Seth rushed out, he got furious that we touched his bike."

She knelt and pulled Seth into her arms, asking calmly, "Sweetheart, tell everyone what happened."

Seth clenched his tiny fists and stated clearly, "I came out of the restroom and saw Fabiola and the two nannies surrounding my bike. When I was about five steps away, the baby in the basket suddenly started crying. And then, all of you came running."

Winifred looked up, her gaze sweeping across the room. "My son didn't do anything."

"I swear on my life, my boy is honest and well-behaved. He would never attack a baby just for sitting on his bike."

Fabiola glared at her furiously. "If it wasn't your son, then how did my baby's face end up like this?"

Winifred stared right back, her voice turning sharp and unyielding. "You did it. You scratched your own son's face just to frame mine!"

"Nonsense! He's my own flesh and blood. How could I ever hurt him?!"