Isla Sutton felt like her scalp was about to peel off.
Yet she was utterly shocked inside, and screamed, "Impossible! How could it be! You said you couldn't have children!"
"Please take them inside and order. I'll join you shortly."
Ivy River didn't want the children to witness this scene.
But Fatty was not afraid at all. He walked over like a little adult, "I expect you to apologize to me and Emmy. It's the basic courtesy. Otherwise, I'll expose your daughter's secret."
"You little bastard, get lost!"
Isla cursed loudly.
Listening, Ivy River tightened her grip even more.
Fatty's face grew angry, radiating a mature anger unfit for his age, "Repeat what you just said."
Isla Sutton opened her eyes to see a shrunken version of Edwin Blake in front of her.
She was transfixed by his gaze.
How could someone so young have the same aura as Edwin Blake!
"Speak up!"
Fatty moved toward her as he spoke, finally standing in front of Isla Sutton.
Smack—smack—
