Chapter 1130
A bodyguard, planted by Elysia’s side, cleared a path for her through the throng. Clutching Emmett close, Elysia plunged into the crowd, her voice a soothing murmur, “Don’t worry, Emmett. Mommy’s here, everything’s going to be okay p>
Emmett, tears streaming down his face, clung to Elysia’s neck, sobbing, “Mommy, mommy p>
Emmett was a magnet for attention, but Elysia drew even more. Reporters swarmed around them, a few bold enough to question her in public.
“Ms. Thorne, there’s a lot of chatter claiming Emmett is a jinx, saying there’s something fundamentally wrong with his genes. Do you plan to continue your adoption?” one reporter dared.
Elysia glared back, her anger palpable, “Whoever spreads such lies about Emmett is the real jinx! There’s nothing wrong with his genes! Emmett is the kindest child in the world, and he will always be my son, Elysia’s son p>
“But aren’t you afraid that he might turn out even worse than his father?” another pressed on.
Elysia retorted through clenched teeth, “And aren’t you afraid? What about all of you? Dragging a five-year-old through the mud for clicks and views, don’t you fear retribution, a strike of lightning for your cruelty p>
One reporter responded, “It’s not us tarnishing the kid, but he’s Cecil’s son. Considering how malicious Cecil was, how can the kid be good? There’s definitely something off with the child’s genes p>
“And what proof do you have of these so-called ‘genetic issues’?” Elysia challenged.
The crowd of reporters fired back, “Cecil himself is the proof! He’s the biological father p>
“Experts have speculated that Cecil might have had a unique genetic makeup, which could be hereditary. So, it stands to reason Emmett’s genes might be affected p>
Before Elysia could respond, an aged voice suddenly cut through the crowd, “Who’s genes are you calling into question now p>
All eyes turned to find an elderly man with short braids, stylishly dressed, and wearing sunglasses.
His assistant, looking worried as the old man spoke out, tried to say something but was silenced by a dismissive gesture.
The old man, glaring at the crowd, snapped, “It seems like it’s your genes that have issues! A bunch of no-goods, bringing shame to
journalists everywhere! Have you all fed your professional ethics to the dogs p>
The reporters, taken aback, challenged, “And who might you be p>
“Think we’ll back down because you’re old? Don’t push your luck here p>
“Yeah, it’s not just us saying the kid’s got bad genes. The internet’s full of it p>
“Whoever says that is the real beast p>
The old man, authority radiating from him, looked livid.
Elysia, puzzled by this defender of Emmett, wondered who he could be.
As the old man approached, pushing through to stand beside Elysia and Emmett, he removed his sunglasses, his eyes red, “Emmett, my dear grandson p>
The crowd gasped in unison.
Elysia was stunned, staring at the old man, “You are p>
The old man, his voice choked with I’m Cecil’s biological
father, Emmett’s grael net
The reporters, sensing a story, began snapping photos furiously.
“He’s Cecil’s father p>
“No wonder he was so angry. Speaking ill of Emmett’s genes is like insulting him p>