Caught Him Cheating My Life Restarted (Natalie) novel Chapter 29

"That Lucas kid really is the number one little demon of high society. Nothing good ever comes from getting on his bad side."

"I heard he's already been through nine kindergartens. He turns every school upside down, and they don't dare expel him. He only leaves when he gets bored."

Suddenly, Lucas appeared in front of them in a flash. "What nonsense are you spouting? Don't ruin my image in front of my mommy. I'm a very good boy, you know."

Lucas flashed them a huge, toothy grin, and the gossipers felt a chill run down their spines.

Please don't let him notice us, dear God!

Lucas had come today to buy something for his sister and, incidentally, to do a good deed.

He never expected to run into his mommy here.

If he had known, he would have worn a proper suit.

Lucas quickly returned the used paintbrush to its owner.

"The bristles are still there. Most of them."

Then he handed the inkwell back to its owner.

"Don't cry. There's a little left."

The expressions on the two owners' faces were a spectacular, colorful mess.

Natalie was stunned. This child was truly one of a kind.

Darren's brow furrowed at the unexpected turn of events. What was going on?

That was the Lockwood boy. Why would he call Natalie 'mommy'?

Furious, Darren strode forward. "You're a big boy now, don't you know who your own mother is? She is not your mommy. She's my son's mommy."

Darren's declaration dropped another bomb on the crowd.

What? This woman was Darren's wife?

This charity auction was serving up more drama than they could handle.

But wait, if she was Darren's wife, why didn't she say so when the guards were giving her a hard time?

So he had claimed her as his mother to intimidate these snobs. His intentions were good, but she couldn't ride on his coattails.

"You're so young, and you're already trying to protect me. Thank you. But maybe you could just call me Natalie... it's more personal."

"Natalie."

Lucas's eyes sparkled like little stars. Mommy's name was so beautiful.

Just then, someone shouted, "Old Mr. Fairchild is here!"

Flanked by two rows of staff, Old Mr. Fairchild walked in and saw the guards with their painted faces.

"What's going on here? Is someone causing trouble?"

Marie immediately stepped forward. "Old Mr. Fairchild, it's the young master of the Lockwood family. He was just being mischievous and playing with the guards. Please, forgive him for his childishness."

"The Lockwood brat? What's he got to do with you? Why are you apologizing for him?"

"I have no relation to the young Lockwood master, but we at the Cross family also have a young master. Though he's not my biological son, I've raised him since he was a baby. He's incredibly bright and already fluent in five languages. When I see a child his age getting into trouble, I can't help but want to speak up for them."