Lydia Williams felt a cold sweat running down her back as he stared at her.
She shot Bryan Jackson a fierce glare and quickly laughed as she explained, "Dad, this kid speaks without thinking and doesn’t understand things. I’ll definitely teach him well when we go downstairs."
Speaks without thinking?
Daniella Jackson glanced at Bryan Jackson indifferently.
Calling soone a little slut like that—it’s doubtful a kid could say it so naturally; isn’t it just following an example?
So it is, haha.
She realized it, as naturally did everyone else.
In front of Mia Ginger, Old Master Jackson couldn’t bear to humiliate her too much and scolded with a stern face, "Bryan just turned nine. Does he speak like this all the ti? Can he ever face people outside? You all have completely disgraced ."
"It was my oversight," Lydia Williams continued to speak in a gentle and apologetic manner.
On the side—
Marianne Jackson looked at her, montarily lost in thought.
Knowing beforehand about her involvent in harming Mia’s friend had been frightening, and now every ti she saw her mother, she felt uncomfortable, frightened, and sympathetic. It seed since Mia’s kneeling, her mother’s position in the family had plumted.
A few years ago, Old Master Jackson used to give her a lot of face, but now whether due to senility or not, he often scolds her.
How could she know—
That’s just how the elderly are.
As they age, they beco more fond of reminiscing, their emotions beco more pronounced, and their temperants more childlike.
Old Master Jackson, near a hundred years old, with a fiery temper, naturally got angry more easily.
Marianne certainly didn’t understand; she only knew that now with Bryan Jackson around, her mother’s standing in the household had beco extrely awkward, causing her and Bryan to feel the sa awkwardness.
Koa Jackson was fine, after all, living outside and visiting Old Master Jackson occasionally, rarely staying overnight at ho.
She and Bryan were different.
With their mother still there, yet like them, she had to endure those strange looks.
The Jacksons were cunning or perhaps just had deep thoughts; everything they said or did was untraceable, and even the servants shared this trait, but she felt like everyone was mocking them, and now, she felt anxious every ti she was ho.
Only Bryan Jackson seed unaware of the situation, and continued speaking recklessly—how could it end well?!
Therefore—
She tightly covered Bryan’s mouth, her palm sweating, fearing he’d say sothing rash the mont she let go.
Unexpectedly, Bryan suddenly bit her hand.
As Marianne let go, she watched him furiously stand up, facing Bailey Goz, and shouted, "I was not speaking nonsense. She’s a slut, and in ancient tis, she’d be drowned in a pigsty, shaless slutty harlot!"
At these words, Lydia Williams’ face changed.
Bailey Goz clutched Jax Jackson in her arms and bowed her head, not daring to utter a single word.
Bryan Jackson looked at her, seething with rage.
Dead woman, wretched woman!
When he couldn’t speak earlier, she was clearly smiling at him, and now being scolded, she pretended to be pitiful?!
Bryan Jackson grabbed an apple from the side and flung it at her.
The action was so sudden, Lydia Williams didn’t have ti to stop him.
Bailey turned to tightly shield her child, taking a direct hit on her forehead, and the apple bounced onto the coffee table, rolled twice, fell onto the carpet, and then continued to roll onto the shiny floor tiles.
The child in Bailey’s arms cried out loudly, and she seed startled, quickly backing away, looking at the pouting Bryan Jackson, with tears running down, saying, "What happened with the chairman was my fault, but Jax is innocent. He’s younger than you, and his body hasn’t grown properly yet. If he’s hit by an apple, it could kill him!"
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