"What, you’re pregnant with Ian’s child!"
Mrs. Johnson didn’t even care about the burn on her leg, she sprang up from the sofa.
As soon as she blurted out these words, she suddenly realized sothing was wrong.
She widened her eyes, slightly parted her lips, and covered her mouth with one hand while pointing disbelievingly at Skye Brown’s belly with the other: "No... no... that’s impossible... our Ian is clearly... he’s clearly... impossible, how could you possibly..."
"Yes, Madam, are you trying to say that your Dylan Wellington is clearly not capable, so how could I be pregnant with his child? Maybe, this child is actually from an illicit affair, isn’t it?"
Skye Brown said it in a calm tone, and her expression was very relaxed.
In her words, it seed like she was talking about soone else’s affairs.
Yet ironically, the more nonchalant she was, the more Mrs. Johnson felt uneasy. Seeing the indifference in her brows, she felt her heart sinking continuously.
Such indifference, as if she doesn’t consider the Wellington family at all, isn’t that just being arrogantly fearless?
But Skye Brown is a simple woman, what gives her the confidence to be so fearless?
Only if the child in her belly is real, can she be so fearless!
Thinking about this, Mrs. Johnson felt cold sweat dripping down her back.
But at the sa ti, a sense of excitent surged from deep within her heart.
Could it be that our Ian’s illness has... has it healed!
"Skye, Miss Brown... where did you say that, you spend all your ti with our Ian, how could you go out with other n? Oh, please don’t be in a hurry to leave, co, co... sit down, let’s sit down and talk."
No matter whether Skye Brown’s pregnancy is real or fake, at this mont, Mrs. Johnson absolutely couldn’t allow her to leave.
She had to find out, absolutely had to find out, what was going on here.
"Talk? Isn’t that inappropriate... Just now Mrs. Johnson said for to take the check and disappear imdiately... Since I’ve received the check, I should do as I said. Now that the ssage has been conveyed, please rember to pass my ssage to Dylan Wellington. I’ll take my leave, so I won’t be an eyesore here."
"No no no, not an eyesore, not an eyesore at all. The check is a check, inviting you to stay is another matter. Miss Brown... oh, Skye, please don’t leave, co, co... join for a sit."
Even though the pain in her leg was killing her, Mrs. Johnson still gritted her teeth, walked over, and pulled Skye back.
Are you kidding ? At this point, how can I let Skye leave?
This concerns the Wellington family’s big matter, now don’t even ntion having given a check for thirty million, even if it were three hundred million, she can’t let her leave!
"Heh, since the Madam wants to have a chat with , the younger generation, then I’ll sit for a while. But I don’t have much ti, at most I can talk for ten minutes. Later, I have to go to the set, the scene hasn’t been shot yet."
"The set?" Upon hearing that, Mrs. Johnson imdiately panicked, "How can you go to the set! At the set, there are lots of people, and things can be chaotic. Those people are so rough, if soone who’s inattentive bumps into you, then my precious grandchild isn’t..."
"Hmm, precious grandchild?" Skye tilted her head, furrowed her brows.
"Soone bumps into , what’s that got to do with your precious grandchild, where’s the precious grandchild from?"
Mrs. Johnson was stunned, pointing at Skye’s belly said: "Isn’t the one in your belly our Wellington family’s precious grandchild?"
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