Chapter 1785
Booker dropped to his knees with a heavy thud, bowing his head in total defeat.
“Dad, let me beg you first. I’m your own flesh and blood—please let me off the hook. A kid happens when it happens! I can’t force fate, Dad p>
Cormac’s eyes welled with dramatic tears. “Booker, I’m ready to call you ‘Dad’ if it helps p>
Gale couldn’t hold it in. A burst of laughter escaped him.
Mr. Windham’s face darkened furiously. He launched a swift kick, sending Gale stumbling right into the room.
Mr. Windham’s roar practically took the roof off.
“You have the nerve to laugh? Take a good look at yourselves, you two absolute clowns! Look at what you’re doing to us old men p>
“Get down there with Booker! The both of you are going to sit there and listen p>
The two miserable bachelors exchanged a look. Booker scooted to the side.
“Come on, man. We ride together, we die together p>
There was no dodging it. Might as well accept their fate.
Back downstairs, the high-society wives were clamoring over each other to get a look at the paternity report, practically salivating with envy.
They swarmed Janelle, singing her praises and telling her how blessed she was-a doting husband, an obedient son, and now a grandchild on the way.
Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Sewell were suffocating on their own jealousy. The sheer bitterness was enough to give them high blood pressure.
Even though they knew a verified paternity test couldn’t be faked, they couldn’t bite back their venom.
“Who knows if that piece of paper is even real? Maybe it isn’t Keaton’s kid at all! Could just be some random bastard p>
“That little tramp Winona has always been loose, she p>
Smack! Smack!
Before they could finish, Janelle bared her teeth and slapped them both squarely across the face.
Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Sewell stared at Janelle in absolute shock.
The rest of the socialites froze, stunned into silence.
Janelle glared at the two women. Two slaps weren’t nearly enough She lunged forward landing several more harsh blows, plunging them straight into a chaotic brawl.
The grand ballroom echoed with the sharp cracks of skin hitting skin, followed by shieks and wailing.
Eventually, the surrounding crowd had to physically pry them apart.
Mrs. Sewell and Mrs. Miller’s makeup was smeared, their faces swelling rapidly as they sobbed uncontrollably.
“Janelle, you psycho! You’ve crossed the line! How dare you attack us in public p>
Shielded by Mrs. Windham and Mrs. Murphy, Janelle had walked away practically unscathed, save for some slightly messy hair.
She caught her breath, her expression ice-cold.
“In the past, I put up with you. I
comments to protect our fanet
tolerated your backhanded
business ties and public image p>
“Our husbands work together. I couldn’t just sever those connections over petty drama p>
“And out in public, we represent our families. I never hit you before because I refused to stoop to your level p>
“But those business deals and that reputation mean absolutely nothing compared to Winona and my grandchild p>
“I will scrap the business. I will ruin my own image. But I will never let anyone drag my family’s name through the mud p>
The ballroom plunged into a dead silence as everyone stared at Janelle.
Janelle smoothed her hair into place and addressed the stunned crowd.
“I apologize for making a scene. It’s Richard’s birthday, and I’m causing chaos at my own party p>
“But I couldn’t hold back. They had the audacity to stand right in front of me and repeatedly badmouth Winona and her baby p>
“Let me make this perfectly clear. I
don’t care if you gossip about meet
my back But you do
Catk
t Winona or my grandchi
“I don’t care who it is. If you talk trash, I will strike you down p>
“If anyone threatens them, the Huber family will destroy you p>