"Chelsea, you're absolutely right! Spending dirty money earned by selling your body, and still flaunting it—whoever accepts it is unlucky! Who knows, she might even have some diseases on her; Chelsea, you better stay away from her and don't catch anything!"
"Isn't she just a whore? Buying all these luxury goods by seducing men—it's disgusting!"
The crowd around us grew larger, and I clenched my fists in anger but maintained my composure, not wanting to stoop to Chelsea's level.
I assumed she had mistaken me for someone else and decided to clear things up:
"The man you're talking about—is he Philip, the CEO of the Fowler group"
Chelsea sneered, "Of course, you'd know his name if you're seducing him! Yes, my husband is Philip! We've been together for three years and are about to get married, and now you come in to disgust me? If I don't strip you of your skin today, my name isn't Chelsea!"
I dusted off my clothes, not wanting to argue further with Chelsea.
"Philip is my son."
"Hahaha! Are you kidding me, lady? My future mother-in-law is the richest woman in Rossie City! She's elegant and has been living abroad for years! She hasn't been back in the last three years! Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child who would believe whatever you say?"
"Besides, you look like you're only in your thirties. How could you have a son in his twenties? If you're going to lie, at least make it believable! With such low intelligence, how do you think you can fool people?"
The mall entrance was so crowded there was no room to move.
I was surrounded by Chelsea's group of friends, unable to get in or out, suddenly becoming the center of attention.
"You shameless woman! Out of all the things you could do, you chose to be a mistress. You're inherently low-class, and you have the nerve to compare yourself to my mother-in-law!"
"If you're not the mistress, why would my husband text you in the middle of the night, saying you're always the most important woman in his life?"
The day before the registration, I congratulated my son on finding his life partner, and he emotionally expressed his feelings to me. Is that a crime?
I looked at Chelsea, feeling more annoyed. The girl in front of me was completely unreasonable, nothing like how my son described her—a gentle, virtuous, and intelligent girl.
Now, all I saw in Chelsea was arrogance and arrogance born from being spoiled.