Valerie's smile faded, and her face turned gloomy. "Miley, you've gone too far! I'm telling you, this is my home, get out now. Tell your mother to pack up and leave when you get home. Alexander said that the house she lives in now will belong to my son."
I pointed at the crying baby and said, "You're dreaming. As long as my mom doesn't divorce my dad, your child is illegitimate, a bastard. You, a mistress, still want to share the house? Stop dreaming!"
Valerie walked calmly to the servant and picked up the baby. "Mistress? You don't understand the affairs of adults. Alexander loves me. It was your mother who would rather be a free servant than get a divorce. She was the one who interfered with our relationship. Who can she blame if she can't give birth to a son?"
Listening to her arrogant words, I couldn't bear it anymore and slapped her in the face.
With a loud sound, the fingerprints appeared clearly on her face.
"If you dare to scold my mom again, I will smash your face!"
"You bitch, how dare you hit me! You will be as cheap as your mother in the future. She can't keep a man even if she serves him for her whole life"
I lost control and slapped her again. The woman held the baby in one hand and blocked my slap with the other.
The scene was chaotic.
As we were pushing and shoving, the woman lost her grip on the baby, and the baby fell to the ground with a thud.
After a moment of silence, the baby burst into loud crying, heart-wrenching.
I was stunned and my hand froze.
Valerie looked at the baby, her face turned pale. She screamed and then shouted at the servant, "Get her out of here, my son, call an ambulance, right now!"
