My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: President Vaughn Lacks Common Sense

"So, from the very beginning, you’ve looked down on Cecelia Archer. You think her intentions are impure, and even though they have a child, you still can’t accept her. Is that right?"

Since things had come to this, Mrs. Vaughn wasn’t afraid to tell the old master exactly what she thought.

"A child? As long as we have Damien, will our family ever be short of children? We’re a family destined for great things; we shouldn’t be bogged down by trivial romance. If you really want grandchildren so badly, you should have Damien marry Gwen Morgan sooner. Is there any number of children Gwen Morgan couldn’t give him? Gwen is the one who’s a true match for Damien. Marrying her would benefit him in every conceivable way. Dad, it’s simple arithmetic. How can you be so muddled that you can’t even get that?"

"Am I the muddled one, or are you just heartless? No wonder back then..."

At this, the old master suddenly understood why his son had never been able to love Jessica Bell.

’As a woman, her mind is filled with nothing but profit and schemes. There’s nothing endearing about her at all!’

"Forget it. Just forget it. Damien, you can handle this yourself. I can’t be bothered to say another word."

The grandfather felt he couldn’t get through to Mrs. Vaughn. Arguing further would only make him angrier, so he stormed out of the hall.

Watching his retreating figure, Mrs. Vaughn was speechless for a few moments before turning to Damien Vaughn.

"Your grandfather is old. His thinking is behind the times. Damien, you’re young and have a boundless future. You can’t afford to be muddled like him."

"I know you’ve been generous to Cecelia Archer and her daughter. After all this time with you, she’s gotten more than enough to set them both up for life. Now that she’s gone, just let it be. Come, sit down. Let’s have a proper mother-son chat about you and Gwen Morgan."

Damien Vaughn was utterly speechless at his mother’s words.

He took two steps back, dodging his mother’s outstretched hand. His expression darkened as he said,

"For the sole reason that you are my mother, I will let what you did to Cecelia Archer today slide. But from now on, please stay out of my affairs. Mom, you know I’ve hated you ordering me around since I was a child. If you continue to interfere, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do."

"You..."

With that, Damien Vaughn turned and walked out of the hall, got into his car, and sped off.

Watching her son’s resolute departure and replaying his words in her head, Mrs. Vaughn trembled with such rage that she nearly collapsed.

’Didn’t he say he couldn’t find that little vixen? How did he know I hit her? Did that homewrecker call him to tattle?’

’I really underestimated that vixen’s ability to stir up trouble!’

’I thought she’d be scared, but it turns out she wants to go head-to-head with me?’

Fine. Mrs. Vaughn’s fighting spirit was thoroughly ignited.

’To live to my age and be led around by the nose by some vixen? Impossible!’

’If I don’t expose her for the fraud she is and make the old master and Damien Vaughn see her true colors, then my name isn’t Jessica Bell!’

Damien Vaughn drove back to Cecelia Archer’s place.

The villa was large and fully furnished, but it had been vacant for years and lacked many basic necessities.

Cecelia Archer didn’t have a car, making it difficult for her to go out. If he didn’t buy them the necessities, she and Candy would have trouble even getting food.

After parking, Damien Vaughn keyed in the passcode and entered the house. Cecelia Archer and Candy were in the middle of cleaning.

Candy was thrilled to see him return.

"Daddy, you’re back!"

Damien Vaughn walked over to her. Seeing her little hands, red and waterlogged from wringing a towel, he frowned in concern.

"Why are you doing this kind of work? You’re just a little girl, isn’t your mom worried you’ll get tired? Stop now."

He took Candy to wash her hands, then walked back over to Cecelia Archer.

"You should stop, too. I’ll have a cleaning service come tomorrow. We can just make do for today. You really can’t sit still for a second, can you?"

Cecelia Archer didn’t stop her work. "Even if we ’make do,’ the place has to be livable. There’s dust everywhere. How can we not clean? Why are you back? Did your grandfather say anything? Is he feeling any better?"

"You taking good care of Candy is the best thing you can do for him."

Damien Vaughn went and took the towel from Cecelia Archer’s hands.

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