Chapter 95: Chapter 95: My Precious Son Is So Smart
But until now, Michelle Monroe still didn’t know what bug bit Josephine Joyner today? Why did she hit her?
Josephine Joyner’s eyes were bloodshot, glaring at Michelle Monroe with hostility: "Michelle Monroe, you bitch, green tea whore, if you can’t afford LV to gift others, then don’t pretend. You were exposed, embarrassed me, got your face slapped, serves you right."
Michelle was taken aback, how did Josephine know the LV was fake?
Michelle was taken aback, how did Josephine know the LV was fake?
This LV was a high-quality counterfeit, even the staff at the LV counter couldn’t distinguish it as fake, how could this dumb woman Josephine possibly spot its fakery?
"Ms. Joyner, you must be mistaken! The LV I gave you was bought at the airport, would the airport sell counterfeit goods? I think you were used by someone, and unknowingly came swaggering over here to hit me?"
Michelle spoke with some resentment.
"What? Michelle, you actually bought an LV for this kind of woman? She repaid kindness with enmity, hitting both you and your mother. For such a woman, it’s better to throw money into the water or burn it for the dead, rather than spend a dime on her." Jean Shaw’s words are venomous, and what she says is exceedingly toxic.
Josephine Joyner was enraged enough to want to tear Jean Shaw’s mouth apart.
"I’ve finally seen through it, both you lowlife mother and daughter are nothing but trash."
Josephine picked up the LV bag from the ground and dumped everything out inside it, picking up the important things in her hand, she threw the LV at Michelle Monroe’s feet, and hurled a wad of cash at Jean Shaw’s face.
"Here’s your fake bag back, and as for this money, let’s just say I gift it to your dead mother."
Josephine spat her insults and theatrically turned to leave.
Behind her, Jean Shaw continued to swear, as unpleasant and venomous as it could get.
Josephine pretended not to hear, she already said Jean Shaw was a dead person, why bother with a dead person?
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After work, Ivana Monroe brought Ian Keane back home.
The little boy finished his dinner and went into his little room, starting to assemble the Eiffel Tower.
This time, the little boy spent an hour putting together the Eiffel Tower by himself.
The little boy placed the Eiffel Tower properly, ran into Ivana Monroe’s room: "Mommy, I finished assembling the Eiffel Tower."
Ivana Monroe was a bit surprised: "So fast?"
The little boy proudly raised his chin: "Actually, it’s not that hard, I don’t even need to look at the picture, I can assemble it all."
Ivana Monroe chuckled: "My darling son is really too smart, tomorrow mommy will buy you an even more challenging toy to see if it can stump you."
The little boy "heh"ed, raised an eyebrow and said: "I also hope there would be a toy challenging enough to stump me."
The Kane family’s old residence, same time.
Timmy Monroe sat next to Leon Keane, in front of them was a tablet computer, on the screen was Leon’s elegantly dressed mother.
"Ian, at daddy’s place, have you missed grandma?" Leon’s mother smiled with her eyes when seeing her "grandson," her gaze fixed on her precious grandson without a glance at her son.
"Yes." Timmy Monroe blurted out without hesitation, this kindly faced grandma is his brother’s grandma, but also his grandma, Timmy Monroe could feel Leon’s mother’s affection for Ian Keane.
This "Yes" was answered on behalf of his brother.
Leon’s mother was shocked, the computer froze as if it had crashed.
Timmy Monroe waited, but the image of Leon’s mother on the screen remained frozen. He looked up and asked Leon Keane: "Daddy, is the internet at home bad? Grandma has stopped moving."
Leon Keane snapped back to reality, dark eyes filled with doubt as he looked at Timmy Monroe. Ian today seemed very different from usual, even though Leon’s mother had found herself a woman, Ian showed concern, but a child’s nature doesn’t change so drastically overnight.
The little boy in front of him, is he really Ian?
Leon Keane expressed doubt.
Suddenly, Leon’s mother "came alive" in the screen, tears of excitement flowed from her eyes: "Ian said he missed, Leon, did you hear? Ian said he missed me."
Seeing his mother on the screen both crying and laughing, Leon Keane immediately said: "Mom, I heard, don’t be so excited, it can raise your blood pressure, it’s not good for your health."
The servant handed over a tissue, comforting Leon’s mother.
Leon’s mother took the tissue, waved her hand signifying for the servant not to mind her.
Leon’s mother wiped away the tears from her face, happily smiled: "What does it matter if I’m healthy or not? As long as my precious grandson is well, even if I were to die right now, I’d willingly do so, it would be worth it."
Leon Keane frowned: "Mom, what nonsense are you saying? Ian is perfectly fine now, you should also be fine and enjoy the bliss of family."
Timmy Monroe rather cooperatively nodded along with Leon Keane, in a childish voice said: "Grandma, please take care of your health! If you’re not well, Ian will be sad."
Leon’s mother paused, just having dried her eyes, again tears gushed out, her voice changed: "Alright, my dear grandson, grandma will listen to you, grandma will do anything you say, my dear grandson truly is better now, grandma is so happy, so happy, so happy."
Leon’s mother cried uncontrollably.
Ian’s illness had always been Leon’s mother’s source of anxiety, she blamed herself for not taking good care of him, causing him to suffer from autism at such a young age.
Leon’s mother had taken him to the best overseas hospitals specializing in autism, but the conclusion wasn’t optimistic, experts even predicted that if Ian didn’t receive love in his daily life, the illness would become more severe.
For the past six years, Leon’s mother believed her love for Ian was meticulous, whatever Ian wanted, she would satisfy him, fearing that the air was bad domestically, she bought a luxury estate abroad for Ian, the first floor was as big as a skating rink, when Ian first started grabbing things to play, she moved an entire toy store home.
Ian could play with a different toy every day and not repeat it for three years.
When Ian was two, he liked little airplanes, she bought him a real helicopter, hired highly skilled pilots, personally took Ian flying in the sky, joyfully playing.
When Ian was three, he held a toy yacht and asked her if the yacht could really sail at sea?
Leon’s mother promptly bought him a luxury yacht, spending three whole months playing with him on the yacht.
Leon’s mother was famously indulgent with her grandson.
Yet she never imagined that her cherished grandson, precious enough to be feared broken in her hands or melting in her mouth, had developed autism, the reason being lack of love?
Leon’s mother at that time felt the reason pierced her heart deeply, painfully bleeding.
Enduring the pain, she sent Ian to his biological father... Leon Keane’s side.