Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 141

On the other side, Helena yanked Sean by the arm and practically dragged him out of the banquet hall, stumbling the whole way.

That damn Suzanna had made a spectacle of her in front of everyone.

She was also sure that Annie was laughing at her behind her back.

Helena vowed to remember this.

"That little slut! How dare she! How dare she treat me like that!" Helena shook with rage, her nails digging so hard into her palm that they almost broke skin.

"And Annie too! They're in this together! They did this on purpose, just to watch our family get humiliated!

"Sean, did you hear me? We can't just let this go!"

Sean suddenly flung Helena's hand away.

The family name he had always been proud of, and the future he had calculated down to the last detail, had turned into a complete joke that night.

And the person who started it all, the woman he had once thought he could control with ease, hadn't even spared him an extra glance from start to finish.

She had simply stood there as calm as ever, watching him get laughed at like a clown.

Sean felt a burning knot in his chest, the heat spreading until it hurt deep in his gut.

"Mom, you should go home first."

Helena immediately stopped cursing. She stared at Sean, stunned. She wondered if he was embarrassed by her.

Did he think she was the one who made him look bad? Who did she do all of this for? Wasn't it for this useless son of hers?

And now, he was blaming her.

Helena's heart went cold in an instant.

Sean didn't look at her again. He simply turned and walked away.

Helena froze there by herself, stamping her foot in anger. What was the point of raising a son? He was useless when she needed him.

She touched her face and swore that she could feel a few more wrinkles forming at the corners of her eyes from how furious she was.

She needed to get a facial immediately.

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Late into the night, the birthday banquet finally came to an end. Guests said their goodbyes in small groups before departing.

Suzanna was completely drunk, slumped against Annie like she had no bones, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glassy.

He reached out, trying to peel Suzanna off Annie.

Suzanna squinted at him through drunken eyes, annoyance all over her face. "Get lost!" She swung at him without hesitation.

William didn't dodge in time. Several red scratches appeared on the back of his hand, stinging sharply.

Was this woman a cat? Those nails were lethal. What a menace!

He shot Christian a pleading look, but all he got in return was a cold, impatient stare that basically told him to handle it.

William wanted to cry.

He ultimately resigned to his fate, thinking that there was no point in arguing with a drunk woman.

He decided not to waste his breath. He gave Annie an apologetic smile. Then, he bent down, wrapped one arm around Suzanna's waist, slid the other under her knees, and effortlessly lifted her into his arms.

"Ah! William, you bastard! Put me down!"

Suzanna sobered up by at least half in an instant and started kicking and thrashing in his arms.

William finally managed to hold her still.

"Anyway, I'm taking your niece with me!" William shouted back in weary resignation, then strode out with the drunken Suzanna in his arms.