Chapter 70 Heâs Not My Son. Is He Your Son?
Peytonâs questioning made Helena laugh, âIf he wasnât my son, would he be your son?â
âIf you were the childâs biological mother, you wouldnât be so indifferent. When the child had an allergy
or fell down, you didnât protect and comfort him first, but fabricated accusations against me. Doesnât
your conscience hurt?â
Helena retorted, âDonât think that just because Nolan is here, you can say these slanderous words
about me in front of him and make him change his mind about you. This child was born while Nolan
was by my side, so he knows that I am his mother.â
Peyton couldnât be bothered to argue with her about these boring topics. It was proven that some
people were just not cut out to be mothers.
The nanny who usually takes care of Chris quickly brought water. Peyton unbuttoned the childâs
buttons and applied a wet towel to him.
Strangely, the child should have been itching and crying loudly.
At that moment, Chris became quiet instead. His big black eyes were fixed on Peyton with
concentration, unwilling to move away even a bit. He tightly held onto Peytonâs clothes corner with one
hand, refusing to let her go.
It seemed that as long as she was there, he was not afraid of anything.
âStop, what are you going to do to my son?â Helena clearly disagreed with the wet compress.
Peyton gave her a cold glance and said, âApplying a cold compress can cause blood vessels to
contract and relieve itching symptoms. He is in a lot of discomfort now. Scratching will only make the
allergic arca continue to expand, and in severe cases, it can cause high fever.â
Helena wanted to say something more, but Nolan coldly interrupted her, âShut up.â
This was the first time in two years that Peyton had heard Nolan speak to Helena like this. Helena was
obviously upset and soon she started to complain again
âI always paid attention to Chrisâs diet. How could a child have an allergy for no reason? What did he
eat?â
A maid said, âChris just ate half a piece of honey cake baked by Ms. Schmitt.â
Helena glared at Peyton and said, âPeyton, you are so cruel. You knew my son is allergic to honey, yet
you still gave him this cake!â
âYou said he was allergic to honey?â Peyton was a little surprised. How could this child be like Peyton?
Peyton is also allergic to honey.
âWhat are you pretending? You came to me today to ask for the Schmittâs house. To please me, you
said you would make me a cake. I was thinking that a guest had arrived, so I didnât kick you out. But I
didnât expect you to have this idea, and you came after me. You even laid your hands on a child, do
you still have a conscience?â
âBesides the child, Nolan, look at my neck, this woman wanted to kill
me!â
Helena knew that the child was what Nolan cared about the most. Peyton had committed his biggest
taboo. As long as Helena shifted the blame to Peyton, Nolan wouldnât care about what had just
happened.
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Originally, this was Helenaâs intention for asking Peyton to make a honey cake. Helena was calculating
Peyton from the beginning.
Peyton only realized it now. Maybe Peyton really ruined her face. If she followed what Helena said,
Helena wouldnât have acted according to the agreement.
How could a cunning woman who even calculated her son be willing to keep her promises and speak
truthfully?
Thinking about this, Peyton felt even more sorry for the child. Based on Helenaâs behavior just now,
she was clearly not fit to be a mother.
Nolan did not favor Helena as he used to, but stopped her sharply, âShut up. Since you came in, you
have been talking about how others are. Have you paid any attention to Chris? It makes me doubt how
you are being a mother.â
Nolan glanced at Helenaâs attire. Her white openâtoed sandals with halfâpainted red nails were
nauseating to look at.
âNolan. Iâ¦â
âGet out. I donât want to see you right now,â Nolan said, not even considering Helenaâs feelings. If he
didnât kill Helena right here and now, he was being merciful.