Chandra’s expression grew even more shocked at these words. What is going on here? Whose child is this, really?
Rosalie turned her head to look at Justin, taking in his resolute profile. A strong sense of security suddenly welled up inside her. With him here, she wasn’t as afraid anymore.
She calmed herself and said, This child isn’t Sebastian’s. He has nothing to do with your family. The child…the child is his.
Rosalie looped her arm through Justin’s.
In order to get her child back, she had no choice but to resort to this. She couldn’t tell them the child was Theodore’s. If word got out and reached Theodore, it would be a disaster.
Chandra stood up, furious. This is utter nonsense! Whose child is this, really?
This child really isn’t Sebastian’s. He only helped me cover it up. Rosalie extended her hand. I’m begging you, please return my child to me. Mom, give the baby back to them. This child might really not be Sebastian’s, Xyla said, pleading from behind.
Chandra retorted, You called Sebastian before, and he said this child was his. Call him again and ask!
There’s no need to ask, Rosalie said firmly. I already told you, Sebastian was helping me keep it a secret. This child really isn’t his. Otherwise, how could he have allowed me to take the child away?
Mom, just give them the child back. Let’s discuss this calmly and avoid a conflict, Xyla persuaded in a soft tone.
Chandra was livid. You’re a liar, through and through! She glared coldly at Rosalie. I’ll take the child for a DNA test. If he isn’t Sebastian’s child, I’ll return him to you. But if he is, then he cannot stay with a lying mother like you.
You’ve gone too far! Give me back my child! Rosalie yelled, her patience finally snapping. She charged forward, ignoring everything else.
Chandra didn’t respond and turned to leave. Her bodyguards immediately drew their guns, aiming at Rosalie and Justin.
Justin instinctively pulled Rosalie behind him, shielding her from the barrels of the guns. He was unarmed-completely defenseless.
Chandra said coldly, You’d best stop before things get worse.
Justin’s sharp eyes glinted with an icy light. Like a shadow, he moved suddenly and swiftly, seizing the gun from the bodyguard in a flash, faster than the eye could follow.
The two bodyguards, though well-trained, hadn’t anticipated Justin’s skills. By the time they reacted, their guns were already gone.
In moments, the three were locked in a fierce struggle. Dishes clattered to the floor as the dining table was overturned, and chairs crashed against the walls.
Rosalie’s bag, which had been
hanging on a chair, flew through the
air along with the chair. The
contents of her bag were scattered across the floor. It was complete chaos.
Amid the commotion, Rosalie seized the opportunity to rush toward Chandra. Give me my child back!
Chandra clung to the child tightly, refusing to let go. Steve, terrified, began to wail loudly.
Mom, stop this! Just give her the child! Xyla stepped forward to intervene, but Chandra refused to let go.
Suddenly, a gun barrel was pressed to Chandra’s head.
Give her the child, Justin said, his voice as cold as ice.
Chandra’s body stiffened. She stared wide-eyed at the man before her in shock.
Justin held the gun steady, its barrel pointed directly at her temple. His gaze burned with lethal intent.
Chandra was furious. How dare you point a gun at me? I’ll make sure you’re left with nothing! Do you even know who I am?
Justin let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with disdain.
Of course, I know who you are. A
self-righteous member of the
so-called upper class. A
high-and-mighty elite. A parasite feeding off the common people, sucking them dry. Someone who’s lived her entire life enjoying privilege, treating human lives like bugs. People like you-even if every last one of you were executed, it wasn’t without reason.