CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 45: MY SON—WHO ARE YOU TO TEACH HIM?

"Ah!"

Upon hearing a cry of pain, the weight in Seraphina Sinclair’s hand suddenly disappeared.

Seraphina Sinclair’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned her head.

She saw Melanie Lloyd sitting on the ground not far away, her hand covered in blood, while a fruit knife lay on the ground close by, also stained with Melanie Lloyd’s blood. Her whole body trembled with pain, her vicious eyes staring in the direction of the office door.

Only then did Seraphina Sinclair follow her gaze.

"Marvelous."

A round of applause sounded, and a tall man walked toward Seraphina Sinclair with a little rice ball beside him.

Seraphina Sinclair was quite surprised: "Why are you here?"

Jude Sinclair stepped forward to embrace Seraphina, his expression sorrowful and filled with fear: "If I hadn’t come, Mommy would have been hurt again today."

Seraphina Sinclair knew Jude was changing the subject, turning to look at Desmond Fairchild, who curled his lips: "We’ll discuss later."

Seraphina Sinclair looked at Melanie Lloyd’s blood-covered hand, belatedly breaking into a cold sweat.

It was evident that Melanie Lloyd had intended to sneak attack her with the knife, and the accident caused her such injury—had it been intentional...

Seraphina Sinclair couldn’t help but feel a bit of fear, casting a grateful glance at Desmond Fairchild.

The unexpected scene caused both Ethan Lloyd and Melanie Lloyd to widen their eyes, with Melanie Lloyd sitting on the ground starting to laugh maniacally.

She had previously thought Seraphina was hooking up with some rich heir. Now seeing Jude Sinclair’s age, their resemblance, and considering he called her "Mommy," she naturally guessed Desmond Fairchild’s identity.

"Mommy? Seraphina Sinclair, you actually gave birth to that hotel public relations’ son, and raised him till now? Does he know how lowly his origins are?"

"Melanie Lloyd!" Seraphina Sinclair was furious; Jude was her bottom line, and she would not allow anyone to defame him.

But Melanie Lloyd showed no sign of stopping: "Little bastard, do you know who your father is? One of those guys at the hotel, who specializes in serving women!"

"Back at the Azure Cloud Shores’ house, I thought it was really some friend of yours, but it’s more likely some sugar daddy you served outside, right?"

Seraphina Sinclair trembled with rage, while any ordinary child would have cried long ago, Jude Sinclair pursed his lips, gripping Desmond Fairchild’s hand tightly.

"Interesting."

Desmond Fairchild chuckled, pulling the rice ball back a little.

"When has it ever been your place to educate my son?"

The man before them looked exceptionally handsome, his entire bearing exuding nobility, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

Yet Melanie Lloyd now seemed to have lost her senses: "Being the father to a cheap bastard son, you and Seraphina Sinclair are all of the same kind, I spit!"

"Slap." Another crisp slap sounded, and Melanie Lloyd’s swollen face looked like a pig’s head.

Seeing who had struck her, her expression changed from rage to disbelief, eventually reaching madness, with her bloodied hand raised, pointing at Ethan Lloyd: "You actually hit me?! You actually hit me for a wild woman?!"

Ethan Lloyd, having slapped Melanie Lloyd, looked severe: "Shut up!"

"No, Ethan, how can you treat me like this..."

However, Ethan Lloyd didn’t even look at her, instead fawning over Desmond Fairchild, swallowing the "President Fairchild" under Desmond Fairchild’s threatening gaze, and turned to Seraphina Sinclair: "Seraphina, you have a big heart, don’t stoop to her level."