My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Cecelia Archer Is Missing

Cecelia Archer angrily pulled Candy out of the beauty salon. They bypassed their driver and quietly hailed a taxi on the side of the road.

In the car, Cecelia asked the driver for some tissues and, with trembling fingers, began to wipe the makeup off Candy’s face.

Candy looked at her silent mother, whose eyes seemed to be brimming with tears. The little girl felt scared and wronged.

"Mommy, I know Grandma doesn’t like me. I knew it from the first time we met. She said I was a bastard, and because of me, you’re not good enough for Uncle. So you can’t marry Uncle anymore, right?"

"I’m sorry. It’s all because of me. I’ve made you... again..."

Before she could finish, Cecelia pulled her into her arms again, stroking her head tightly.

"Nonsense. You’re Mommy’s precious darling. Don’t you ever say things like that again!"

"I don’t have to marry Uncle. I don’t have to marry anyone. Candy, there’s no rule that says a woman has to get married in her life, and no one can guarantee that a woman will be happy just because she’s married. So Mommy isn’t going to get married. And it is absolutely, definitely not because of you. So don’t let your imagination run wild, okay?"

"And don’t you worry about whether other people like you. In this world, all that matters is that Mommy will always love you, and you will always love Mommy. Being strong on our own is what makes us truly strong. We don’t need to depend on anyone."

"Don’t be scared. We have our own house now. Once you’re all better and can go back to school, Mommy will find a good job and work hard to earn money. Our lives will keep getting better and better, so don’t you worry about a thing, understand?"

Candy didn’t know if her mother was telling the truth, but looking into her determined eyes, she wanted to believe her.

"Candy promises to love Mommy forever. Mommy, you don’t have to work so hard. I’ll get better quickly, and I’ll study hard. When I grow up, I’ll be the one to take care of you."

With such a thoughtful and adorable daughter, Cecelia felt that nothing else mattered. She was happy, and the opinions and judgments of others weren’t worth a second thought.

Cecelia took Candy to a nearby mall. They washed her face in the restroom, bought a pretty new outfit, and then the two of them went to a hotel.

Because of what happened last night, Damien Vaughn was in a good mood today.

He called Brandon Jacobs during a break. The two joked around for a bit, and after learning that Cecelia had already gone home, Damien finished up his urgent work and left the office early.

But when he got home, Cecelia and Candy weren’t there. Only his grandfather and mother were chatting in the living room.

"Where are Cecelia and Candy? Are they playing in the garden?"

Damien asked his grandfather, feigning nonchalance. He didn’t expect his grandfather’s reply.

"You and Cecelia didn’t come back last night, and Candy was bored at home, so your mom took her out this morning. Cecelia came back around noon to find your mom and picked Candy up. You didn’t know?"

Damien didn’t know.

Cecelia hadn’t given him a single call or sent him a single text.

He subconsciously looked toward his mother, who met his gaze and said flatly,

"It seems she went back to her family’s home. Cecelia said she wanted to take the child out for a bit, so I let her go. I didn’t ask too many questions. Why are you looking at me like that?"

Even though everything seemed normal, Damien couldn’t shake the feeling that something was strange.

He took out his phone and dialed Cecelia’s number right in front of them.

But he called once, and there was no answer. He called a second time, and still, no one picked up.

Damien felt more and more that something was wrong. He locked his phone and looked at his mother, his eyes filled with displeasure.

"Why did you suddenly decide to take Candy out? And why would Cecelia suddenly decide to go to her family’s home? Did you two have a fight?"

The moment something happened, his first instinct was to suspect her, his own mother. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to settle the score with him over last night, and Mrs. Vaughn was instantly displeased.

"What is that supposed to mean? Am I that vicious in your eyes? The child was bored at home, so I took her out for a while. Was that wrong? She wanted to go to her family’s home, and I didn’t stop her. Was that wrong, too? Damien, I’m your mother, not your enemy. Do you really think it’s appropriate to speak to me like this?"

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