Chapter 170: Chapter 170

Chapter 170 Shoot!

My heart broke the restraints of my chest and ran outside, immobilizing me beauty. A van in her late fifties with perfect figure and the identical shine that she was really Bright’s mom was struck speechless to see the female yet older version of Bright her eyes llew my head away, there was no DNA test needed to prove As the saying goes. First impression is the last impression.” I immediately changed my tone and stretched my hand for a handshake, muling pleasantly.

Bright d didn’t tell me that you are rousing. I will have come to pick you from the airport, mom.

As Bright’s dad was out of the country due to busines. I was expecting his mom’s visit so soon, but her sturdy tone widened my eyes as she didn’t shake hands with me.

Call me Mrs. Waller. I am not your morn!”

The concealed warning in her words made me realize that it wasn’t going to a pleasant encounter, evaporating my initial embarrassment in thin air. Mrs, Waller was in it for the long haul, that was the definition of my competition. So, I lowered the bar of my expectations and sat across the table. speaking cautiously.

“So when did you come to Lakon city. Mrs. Waller? How was your business trip?”

However, my formal tone was responded to by a frown, Mrs. Waller looked at me from head to toe and said.

Laura Becker, age twenty–five years old, and a wannabe company’s owner. 1 hat you, girl?

Apologies for my question, it’s just that several girls are dying to be Mrs. Bright, I have to confirm which one are you ....”

Although it was true that Bright was the most eligible bachelor of Laken city, the animosity of Mrs Waller’s tone depicted that she wasn’t the fan of her son’s girlfriends. And what a coincidence!

I didn’t want Bright to look at anyone else other than me!

So. 1 ignored her tone and replied casually, “Yes, I am Laura Green Bright has signed the contract for the ice hockey season with my sports agency.”

“Yeah, I know. You are the one who dragged him back to the dangerous rink“”

Mrs. Waller scoffed, as if Bright was a kid and ice hockey was fatal like wrestling. I couldn’t get the dangerous part as my kids played this game and were perfectly safe.

But before I could raise my concern, she asked me, Is it true that you were married before and have two kids from that marriage Staring at me intently, she observed my expressions like a police officer in anestigation room. A cold feeling sprinted up from my feet to the tip of my head as I stared back at her.

Zoe and Jane are my kids. Yes, I am a single mother.”

My statement brought a mocking smile to Mrs. Waller’s face, she raised her brew, Being a single mother isn’t an achievement for a young woman. This generation is so fast with no respect for relationships.

Haven’t you heard about the word compromise, Laura?

It’s a woman’s duty to make a home, and you broke yours after two kids. So diippointing!”

As she lectured about the conduct of a good woman, I found it hard to control my irritation. The decades old ideology of enduring your man’s loose character with a smile was thankfully outdated now. With financial independence, women were able to step out of abusive relationships, but it seemed she was still living in the 20th century.

10:00 The Black Swan’s Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along Chapter 170 If it wasn’t for Bright, I wonki have given my two cents about in called perfect homes had to take a different approaches this matter for our future.

“Lagree with Butt Our point, Mrs Waller. It’s essential for a couple to respect the marriage vows and compromise for kids.

should a woman do if her husband breaks the vows and cheats on h? Is there any excuse for betrayal?”

As a woman, I thought that Mrs. Waller would understand my agony, but she was persistent, holding her ground firmly, “Why would a man cheat if his woman is enough for him? It must be the wife hitry attitude which destroyed his peace and he sought solace in another woman’s armis I can see that women are so rebellious nowadays Ged! I just couldn’t hear the female version of Andrew Tate’s masculine Alpha hit and pretended to receive a message on my cell phone. It was outrageous that Mrs. Waller was so oblivious of a woman’s struggles.

Oh, it was war now.

I squared my shoulders “Well, Mrs. Waller, lucky for me–Bright isn’t the kind of man who lets anyone make his decisions for him.”

“Gucci shoes? So, it came to this...” Mrs. Waller threw a dirty glare at my shopping bags and let out a disapproving grunt, “Bright is a favorite target for bad women, they think that it’s easy to extort money from him. It’s my Elt, I shouldn’t have let you two meet.”