The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315

Minerva was a reasonably good-looking woman of about thirty years of age. As she approached Natalie, the signs of surgical enhancement on her symmetrical face became apparent.

Her body was not as chubby as her son’s. On the other hand, it was a figure carefully designed for seduction.

Natalie frowned as she regarded the sultry figure before her.

“What is going on here?”

Minerva chuckled. “Your sons have been a handful, haven’t they? One of them stole the heirloom of the Swan family while the other beat my son up to a pulp and you still have the cheek to ask that?”

“That’s not what happened,” Xavian piped up unexpectedly.

Every eye in the room flicked toward him at once.

“I did not steal his pendant!” Xavian declared a little louder. “Clayton punched Milton because he framed me for stealing his pendant!”

“Have you not been taught how to behave?” Minerva rounded on him as she pointed to her son’s face.

The principal, Wendell Fahnberg, felt the need to intervene when Minerva’s voice grew in volume.

“Please calm yourself, Mrs. Swan.”

“How do you expect me to do that when my son is being mauled in your school, Mr. Fahnberg?” Minerva turned to regard him with incredulity. With her hands on her hips, Wendell struggled to brace himself against her tirade that was to come.

“That tourmaline pendant is an heirloom of the Swans! Many experts have attested to its value of being over tens of millions by the certificate of authenticity that they have all signed. As Milton is the sole heir of the Swan family, all of its billions would one day be inherited by him. This isn’t over! I must first take him to the hospital. Rest assured, we Swans will pursue this matter to the end of the-”

“Are you done?” Natalie interrupted as she stared at the other woman with such cold hostility that the latter’s rant stuttered to a halt.

Though Natalie did not display any outward sign of anger, the cold disdain emanating from her body made her rage palpable.

There is more to this story. I know my children well enough to know that.