Chapter 220
After Emily let slip those unintended words, regret set in instantly.
But words once spoken can't be taken back, and she mustered the courage to meet Ivan's gaze.
His eyes were filled with silent wrath.
A mocking smile played on his thin lips, "You decided to have the child on your own, and now you think you can just take them away? What do you take the Winston family for?"
Emily's tone softened again, "Ivan, I carried Keith and Owen for nine months. You once said the doors of the Winston family would always open for me, that whenever I missed my sons, I could see them... But just now, you wanted to throw me out. I... I'm truly afraid I'll never see my boys again..."
"The greatest mistake you made was calling Angela a bastard," Ivan said coldly, raising his voice, "Alfred, what are you waiting for? Take her out now!"
Alfred nodded and stood in front of Emily, "Miss DeRoss, if you don't cooperate and leave, I will have to ask the security guards to escort you out."
Emily stood rooted to the spot.
The words Ivan had just uttered echoed in her head.
She shouldn't have called Angela a bastard...
Angela. Was she that slut Haley's daughter?
Ivan actually defends that child Haley bore out of wedlock!
Why!
What for!
Seeing that Emily hadn't moved, Alfred signaled to two burly security guards.
They grabbed Emily by the shoulders and began to drag her out.
Normally, Emily would have fought back furiously, but at that moment, she was still in a daze.
She'd thought she was being thrown out for slapping Owen, never imagining it was because of Haley's child.
Why did things turn out this way?
How could this be happening...
Emily found herself abandoned at the doorstep of the Winston family mansion, a chilling breeze jolting her to full alertness. She witnessed a scene that made her heart sink: a piano worth three million had been discarded at the curb. Before she could process her anger, sanitation workers arrived and unceremoniously dumped the priceless instrument into the garbage truck.
Her eyes, glazed with disbelief, watched the housemaid emerge, clutching a mound of gowns that had been custom-made for her by Keith. He had repeatedly asked her to collect them, but she had always found an excuse to refuse. She had always felt that the Winston mansion was her rightful home, placing her belongings there without question. But now, her clothes, her piano—everything was swept away from her.
Standing outside, she peered through the iron gates to glimpse the living room where, in a hazy view, she could see Haley stepping out of the kitchen with a bowl in hand. And Owen's laughter, how grating it was, like needles piercing her already wounded heart...
...
Haley, holding a bowl of noodles, approached with a gentle smile on her lips, ready to speak when she stopped abruptly, "Owen, what happened to your face? Why is it all red and swollen?"
Owen had been resilient up until then, not shedding a tear despite being slapped. But at Haley's query, his eyes welled up and he sniffled, "That witch slapped me, it really hurts, Haley... could you blow on it for me?" He climbed onto Haley in search of comfort. Nearby, the usually well-behaved Angela suddenly looked up and beat him to it, wrapping her arms around Haley's neck...
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