Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 66

"Despicable woman, leave immediately. If you dare to come back in the future, I'll make sure to teach you a lesson." Christopher, hands on his hips, shouted defiantly.

Lily glanced disdainfully at the humble living room and chuckled with contempt, "Rest assured, as long as you refrain from seeking money from our Shaw Brothers in the future, I won't set foot in this place again, even if you beg me to."

Her eyes landed on Christopher's brave and innocent face. This little boy did show some spirit. Not only was he unafraid of danger, but he also knew how to protect his sister. It's a shame he was born into such a poor family.

She was about to leave when Lily noticed. Hendrick? She wore a surprised expression.

Could it be? Christopher's face seemed oddly familiar!

No, it couldn't be. Lily took a second look and realized where she had seen him before.

Yes, it was him!

The wealthiest man in Paris was taken aback!

This boy's little face bore an uncanny resemblance to the handsome visage of Arthur Bridgewater!

Her attention had been solely on Sylvia, and she hadn't noticed Christopher's appearance until now. In that fleeting moment, she recognized that his face was identical to the wealthiest man in the capital, Arthur Bridgewater.

Could it be that Sylvia's children were fathered by Arthur Bridgewater?

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Get out." When Sylvia saw her staring at her son’s face, her heart went crazy. This evil woman couldn't have seen something! She immediately opened the door and shouted angrily at her.

"Leave, you ugly witch!" Christopher and Jennifer chorused.

Lily had no option but to turn away, making her way outside. Along the way, she glanced back a few times.

Sylvia promptly shut the door behind her.

As Lily descended the stairs, her thoughts were consumed by the boy's face, and her suspicions deepened.

If Sylvia's two children were what she thought, then... the woman's life was far more complicated than it seemed.

"Chris, let Mommy see where that bad woman hurt you." In the living room, as soon as Lily departed, Sylvia gathered the two children into her arms and asked with concern.

"Mommy, that bad woman hit my brother on the shoulder." Jennifer, tears streaming down her face from the pain, pointed at his shoulder and cried.

Sylvia, with red eyes, sat alone in the study.

The tea party she had scheduled with Arthur was just around the corner, next Friday.

However, a more pressing issue loomed before her: the unavailability of Peruvian balsam!

This spice was a crucial component in Gucci's perfume formula, but it seemed impossible to procure in Paris.

Sitting there in a daze, she opened her wallet.

Inside, she found a stack of euros.

Taking them out and counting, she discovered there were only twenty euros.

This meagre sum represented her entire current financial standing: €2,000.

If Gucci couldn't introduce a new fragrance to the market this month, the spectre of poverty loomed large, and her children might have to abandon their education!

The potential consequences were beyond her imagination.