Chapter 85
‘Besides, how could a man who owns ample money and power like him be a man who leads a stable life? Plus, even if he thought Willow was the woman from six years ago, something must’ve happened between Willow and him during the time they were together.
‘I don’t want to have anything to do with the man that Willow has touched, absolutely not!
At the Vanderbilt manor…
Stephen’s palm landed on Willow’s cheek.
Leila was frightened by the slap. She stepped forward immediately and pulled Stephen away from Willow. “Dear, why did you slap Willie!?”
“Why did I slap her?” Stephen pointed at Willow angrily. “Why don’t you ask her yourself? She had the balls to drug Mr. Goldmann. Do you think she can still stand here unscathed if I don’t give Mr. Goldmann an explanation!?”
Leila panicked instantly and looked at Willow. “Willie, you… You’ve drugged Mr. Goldmann!?”
Willow clutched her cheek, bit her lip firmly, and did not utter a single word.
‘D*mn it! I was already on the verge of succeeding! Who’s the sh*tsack that has ruined my plan!?
‘F*ck, how could this happen!?’
“Willie…”
“Don’t touch me!” Willow flung her mother’s hand away, her eyes bloodshot, “Everything has gone sour because of that b*tch Maisie! She snatched Nolan from me. Nolan was obviously mine!”
Leila’s expression turned pale instantly. She wanted to stop Stephen, but it was already too late.
Stephen had already slapped Willow again. It was so harsh that she collapsed on the floor.
“I dare you to say that again!”
Willow had never suffered such grievances in her life, so tears started welling up in her eyes a s she gnashed her teeth bitterly. “I didn’t say anything wrong! Maisie, that b*tch, she’s the one who snatched Nolan from me!”
Seeing that Stephen had lifted his hand once again, Willow roared, “Come on, you’d better beat me to death right here right now! Anyway, I’m just the illegitimate daughter, and everyone in this world can just tread on me however they want. If all of you know only how to force me at this moment, then I should just die!”
She got up and ran upstairs.
“You rascal, if it weren‘t for Quincy, until when would you want to hide the news from me?” Mr. Goldmann Sr. was so furious in the video call on the screen that he almost took out his crutches from the side.
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