Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Hitting Others Is Wrong
She hopes that Timmy can be happy, growing up the way he likes.
As for the GK style, she’ll think of other ways.
"Thank you for your kind offer, but I can’t work with you."
Ivana Monroe seized the moment when Isaac Heston was distracted and ran away with Ian Keane.
Isaac Heston snapped back, his bright gaze following the silhouettes of the woman and the little boy. Amongst the bustling crowd, with people dressed flamboyantly and all sorts of beauties, he felt that only Ivana Monroe and the boy’s figures were the most dazzling, unmatched by anyone else.
"Big cousin, what are you looking at?" Susan Heston, with two ice creams in hand, one in her mouth and the other offered to Isaac, followed his line of sight. There were just people, people everywhere, way too crowded.
"I don’t eat ice cream." Isaac shifted his gaze away, uninterested in the sweet treats held by Susan.
"Big cousin...where are you going? Wait for me..."
Susan Heston chased after Isaac, fearing he’d run off.
She made up her mind, if her big cousin wouldn’t give her film resources, she’d cling to him until he did.
These years, she’s always been lukewarm, just needing a series to make her really famous. Her big cousin, with excellent resources in hand, simply wouldn’t give them to her.
It infuriated her.
Susan was always dissatisfied with Isaac, but when chasing him for resources, she dared not show it. Once she got what she wanted and became a star, she’d give Isaac a piece of her mind.
Hearing Susan’s voice annoyed Isaac. This cousin, ugly from childhood, had so many surgeries her own mother barely recognized her. Even if the surgery was successful and made her beautiful, it wouldn’t be worth mentioning, but the results were too fake. Her chin was sharp like a goblin’s, her translucent nose flattened at a touch with slow rebound, and the facial fillers made her cheeks look like monkey’s bottoms.
Susan’s family spent a fortune trying to make her famous, but to no avail. And now she wanted to trouble him?
Not a chance.
Not even a window of opportunity.
Meanwhile, Ivana and Ian queued for the high-altitude mini train, waiting about an hour and a half before it was their turn. Mother and son sat in the middle carriage, and a little girl in a Lolita dress at the front kept turning back to look at Ian.
The little girl shyly leaned into the woman in a matching Lolita dress, "Mommy, the little brother behind is so handsome!"
The woman didn’t turn around, nodding energetically, "Mm-hmm, Mommy sees him! Really handsome and cute, like a little prince out of a comic book."
Hearing the Lolita mother and daughter whispering compliments about her son, Ivana felt a sense of pride.
Ivana turned to find the little boy looking unwell, cold as ice. She paused, wrapping an arm around him and whispering softly in his ear.
"When people compliment you, it’s a form of recognition, so don’t get angry, okay?"
Ian’s mouth twitched slightly, not needing such recognition.
"Mm."
Under Ivana’s gentle gaze, the coldness on Ian’s face gradually faded.
"That’s better, my good little baby."
Ivana happily kissed his cheek, making Ian’s whole body stiffen, his fair handsome face gradually turning crimson.
The mini train ride ended.
Ivana and Ian left the train, heading for the next attraction.
The little Lolita girl tugged her mother’s hand, eyes watching Ian leave, "Mommy, I want to follow the big brother for the next activity."
Her mother felt awkward. In their matching duo dress and super cute Lolita style, following the mother and son could easily reveal them.
It would be a bit embarrassing!
The little Lolita, anxious, had tears welling up in her doll-like eyes, "Mommy, hurry, they’re going to disappear, and Nicole won’t see the big brother anymore."
The mother, fearing her daughter’s tears, had no choice but to follow Ivana’s figure, soon to be swallowed by the crowd.
"Hot air balloon?"
Seeing Ivana and the little boy queuing for the hot air balloon, her mother hesitated, "Nicole, you’re afraid of heights, let’s go play something else!"
The little Lolita clung to her mother’s arm to queue, "Nicole’s not afraid anymore, hurry, Nicole wants to be behind the big brother."
Mother Lolita: "..."
The little Lolita got her wish, queuing right behind Ian, her doll-like eyes joyfully arching like crescents.
The wait for the hot air balloon was long, lasting two hours, and Ian’s boredom was evident. He planned that after the balloon ride, he’d ask the woman to take him home.
Finally, it was the mother and son’s turn.
Ivana held Ian’s little hand, ready to board the balloon when the loudspeaker voice called out, "Stop letting people on the hot air balloon, there’s a VIP guest."
At that moment, down the green VIP lane came a mother and son duo. The woman’s face was caked with makeup, appearing at least six or seven years older than Ivana, carrying a Gucci butterfly bag.
Ivana’s pupils contracted, recognizing the chubby boy beside the woman as Franklin Young, the one who was crying after being hit by a classmate at the kindergarten yesterday?
Franklin rushed forward unexpectedly, shoving Ian, "Get lost, this is my hot air balloon."
Ivana hadn’t anticipated Franklin’s outright push on "Timmy Monroe," but luckily, she held Timmy’s hand tight, preventing him from falling.
"You get lost too, stupid woman, take your stupid son and go to the back of the line."
Franklin kicked and punched at Ivana, using his fists and feet with such force as if to make her flee.
Bella Young swaggered over, without a word to reprimand Franklin. Her contemptuous gaze at Ivana implied Franklin’s actions were justified.
"Kids shouldn’t hit aunty; it’s wrong to hit people, you know?" Intervening was the staff by the hot air balloon, but they were unsuccessful, taking several punches from Franklin.
"What’s your business? I’m a VIP, who are you? How dare you meddle with me? Get lost, get far away, stop blocking me or I’ll beat you to death..."
Franklin was a tyrant at home, even more so outside. He paid no heed to the staff, his upbringing having taught him that workers were society’s lowest tier.
These lower-tier people begged on their knees for a bite of food from their bosses.
Suddenly, a small fist swung at Franklin’s chubby face.