CHAPTER 38: CHAPTER 38: IAN, SHE’S YOUR MOMMY

The young maid’s name is Jessica Mason, and she’s nineteen years old, having just finished her college entrance exams. Since she has a younger brother at home and her parents don’t earn much, she has to use her summer vacation to earn money for tuition.

The Kane family is the leading luxury household in Ravenswood, and the wages they offer are definitely the highest in the maid industry. Jessica Mason managed to secure this summer job at the Kane family thanks to her connection with Auntie Chamberlain.

Jessica Mason’s family situation wasn’t great, and her parents wouldn’t give her extra money to buy pretty clothes. But what girl doesn’t love beauty? Over time, she grew envious of the women outside wearing glamorous clothes to the point of jealousy.

She saw Ivana Monroe dressed in a black cocktail dress, her figure striking, her cleavage exposed, her long black hair falling over her shoulders, looking like a beautiful seductress here to enchant the male master of the Kane family.

Jessica Mason was almost dying of jealousy, considering Ivana Monroe as one of those shameless sluts Auntie Chamberlain mentioned, who used tricks to climb up the social ladder.

"I don’t have time to mess around with you, move aside."

"Ha, I’m the one messing around... Ah~"

Jessica Mason deliberately blocked Ivana Monroe, refusing to let her enter. Ivana Monroe suddenly pulled on her, almost causing her to fall to the floor, and she let out a panicked scream.

When she collected herself, Ivana Monroe had already entered the luxurious mansion.

"Leon Keane, give Timmy back to me." As soon as Ivana Monroe entered, she saw Leon Keane sitting on the leather sofa, smoking.

She was extremely angry, her eyes nervously scanning the grand mansion but not seeing Timmy’s small figure. Her heart tightened, and her fingers gradually curled into a fist.

Where did he hide Timmy?

When Leon Keane saw Ivana Monroe, he paused, then extinguished the half-smoked cigarette in a vintage black square ashtray.

"You should sit down."

"Mr. Kane, do you really think I have the mood to sit down and talk to you now?"

Ivana Monroe chuckled, the smile carrying a hint of ridicule. She looked towards the curved luxurious staircase, vaguely hearing what seemed like Timmy’s childish voice from above. Her heart skipped a beat, and she dashed upstairs.

Leon Keane’s pupils contracted as he jumped up, chasing after Ivana Monroe. By the time he caught up to her, she was already upstairs and saw Timmy Monroe.

Leon Keane forcefully grabbed Ivana Monroe’s arm, preventing her from running over and taking the little boy away.

"Ivana Monroe, listen to me; give Timmy a little time, let him help Ian..."

Ivana Monroe wasn’t listening to anything, vigorously trying to shake off his hand. But he held on very tightly, to the point where it hurt her arm. She didn’t cry out but struggled even harder to break free.

"You’re too much, Leon Keane." Ivana Monroe interrupted him with a furious roar, turning her head, her eyes red-rimmed as she glared at him, "Timmy is my child, and you took him away without a word from my side. Do you know how anxious I was?"

Leon Keane was startled by her gaze, feeling her frail body trembling incessantly in his embrace. A faint pain arose in his heart, realizing he hadn’t thought things through.

Leon Keane’s lips parted slightly, wanting to explain, but he ultimately didn’t speak.

"Mommy." Timmy Monroe ran to Ivana Monroe’s side, seeing Leon Keane gripping Ivana Monroe’s arm tightly. The little boy reached out his innocent hand to pull Leon Keane, "Let go, you’re hurting mommy’s arm, let go."

When Leon Keane saw the little boy helping Ivana Monroe, he realized his grip was indeed too strong. He slightly loosened his hold, and Ivana Monroe fiercely withdrew her arm before lifting Timmy Monroe up, turning and rushing downstairs.

Leon Keane reached out, wanting to catch her back. But seeing her hurriedly carrying the boy downstairs, he suddenly worried that she might fall while holding the child.

When Ivana Monroe reached the downstairs with the boy, Leon Keane followed her down, shouting to Auntie Chamberlain, "Auntie Chamberlain, stop her."

Auntie Chamberlain reacted a beat too late and failed to stop Ivana Monroe.

Jessica Mason stood at the door, seeing Ivana Monroe carrying a handsome little boy. She angrily said, "You vicious woman, where do you plan to take our young master Ian?"

Ivana Monroe ignored Jessica Mason, afraid Leon Keane was catching up from behind.

Jessica Mason saw Ivana Monroe turn around, stepped forward to block her path, and viciously said, "Stop, quickly put our young master Ian down, or you won’t leave here one step."

Jessica Mason mistakenly took Timmy for Ian and felt it odd while blocking Ivana Monroe; Ian’s young master had a cold personality, almost a copy of President Kane. Not even she could get close to Ian after spending nearly two months at the Kane’s manor. How could this woman take Ian away?

Timmy Monroe hated when people bullied his mommy, immediately rebutting Jessica Mason, "Don’t insult my mommy; you’re the vicious woman."

Jessica Mason was shocked, looking at Timmy Monroe, "Young master Ian..."

Timmy Monroe, detesting Jessica Mason, shouted at her, "I’m not Ian; I’m mommy’s Timmy, wicked woman."

Jessica Mason was completely stunned.

Ivana Monroe didn’t waste time on Jessica Mason either. Seeing her dazed, Ivana Monroe quickly dashed out of the Kane’s manor, holding Timmy.

Leon Keane ran downstairs, intending to chase her, but Auntie Chamberlain blocked the door.

"Young master, don’t pursue them, young master Ian should be your priority!" Auntie Chamberlain’s eyes were shimmering with tears, hoping Leon Keane wouldn’t chase after Ivana Monroe and Timmy Monroe.

The child has his mother’s protection, but what about young master Ian? He only has President Kane as his father.

Therefore, Auntie Chamberlain didn’t wish for Leon Keane to overly concern himself with that wild brat, Timmy.

"Move aside." Leon Keane spoke in a deep voice.

Auntie Chamberlain saw the coldness in Leon Keane’s dark eyes and trembled, hesitating whether to persist. Suddenly, Leon Keane forcefully pushed her away.

Leon Keane reached the door.

Auntie Chamberlain exclaimed in a shocked voice, "Young master Ian."

Leon Keane’s heart fiercely jolted; he stopped and turned around, almost incredulous, seeing the handsome, cold little boy appear at the top of the luxurious staircase.

The little boy’s hair was disheveled as if harshly grabbed but didn’t look particularly messy. He was frighteningly calm, his innocent, handsome face appearing unchanged by recent events.

"I said, women aren’t allowed. Daddy, why did you bring that woman back?"

Ian Keane’s eyes blazed with extreme disgust, as if Leon Keane had brought back something repulsive.

Leon Keane was familiar with his son’s disdainful gaze; his son hated him associating with any women outside. Hence, he never brought women into the manor.

But.

Ivana Monroe is different.

"Ian, she’s your mommy." Leon Keane attempted an explanation.

"My mommy is dead; I don’t want a stepmother." Ian Keane, like an enraged little lion, shouted at Leon Keane and then ran into the utility room.

Bang.

Even downstairs, Leon Keane heard the sound of Ian Keane storming the door shut in anger.