CHAPTER 728: CHAPTER 728: THE SHAW PARENTS’ GREEDY BEHAVIOR

Chase Fletcher, by a twist of fate, was planning to visit his parents this evening, so he drove into the Fletcher family villa.

The taxi following behind stopped outside the villa yard, and Mr. Shaw and Mrs. Shaw looked at the brightly lit mansion through the car window, almost dropping their jaws!

"Is he really that wealthy? Living in such a nice villa?" Mrs. Shaw was dumbfounded; he’s the son of a wealthy family!

Does he not know that Rachel Sherman is divorced?

With his status, how did he become interested in Rachel Sherman?

No, that can’t be right. If he’s going back with Rachel, he should be able to see the child, right? It’s impossible to hide such a big child.

Mrs. Shaw racked her brains but couldn’t figure out where the problem was; every cell in her body was in shock.

But she made a mental note of the address, and then the taxi driver said, "Sir, please go back the way we came, to the previous neighborhood."

"Alright." The driver, though puzzled, was willing as long as there was money to be made.

On Rachel Sherman’s side, not long after Chase left, the nanny tidied up and left too, leaving her alone with the child.

She kept recalling the nanny’s words—

"Mr. Fletcher really likes you. Even as an outsider, I can see it; he’s definitely not playing around."

And she just smiled; her heart was happy, yet also confused.

Time passed quickly. A few months since the divorce, and the child was already one year old.

The doctor said there’s no need to rush learning to walk early, fearing underdevelopment of the calves, which could deform from too much weight-bearing.

So, she wasn’t worried.

But seeing the walker that Chase sent over today, she couldn’t help but smile and wanted the child to give it a try.

"June, sweetheart, sit in the car Uncle Chase bought and see if you like it?" she said as she put her daughter inside.

Unexpectedly, the little one, as soon as her feet touched the ground, got excited, showing her four little teeth and was dancing in the walker.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Rachel stood up with curiosity—who could it be?

Walking to the door, she peered outside through the peephole and immediately saw the figures of Mr. and Mrs. Shaw.

Her expression changed; she grew cautious and did not open the door.

"Rachel!"

Mrs. Shaw, fearing she wouldn’t open, even reached out to knock on the door, "Rachel, I know you’re in there! Please open the door!"

Rachel’s expression changed; she ignored it and turned off the doorbell.

Then, she picked up June from the walker and went back to the bedroom, locking the door behind them.

"Sweetheart, how about mommy tells you a story?"

She placed the little one on the bed and casually picked up a storybook from the bedside table—

"What page were we on? Do you remember the story of the Little Prince from yesterday?"

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Five minutes later, the two outside had not managed to get Rachel to open the door.

Everyone had actually expected it; she wasn’t going to open the door.

Mr. and Mrs. Shaw finally left, looking dejected, still grumbling in the elevator—

"This Rachel is too out of line! Not a shred of politeness!"

After a tiring day, the elderly couple was exhausted, calling the son of the Peterson Family next door, who worked in the traffic police department, countless times, begging for help, but he simply couldn’t do anything.

The next morning, just past eight.

Mrs. Shaw, with Mr. Shaw, arrived at the entrance of the Fletcher family villa, naturally unable to get in.

The Peterson’s son from the traffic police had found from the license plate that the man’s name was Chase Fletcher.

"Hello, I’m looking for Mr. Fletcher from your family,"

Mrs. Shaw said, taking a chance, choosing this time because Chase was likely not at home; young people have to go to work.

But Chase’s parents were probably home.

"Who are you?" the guard asked at the gate, "What’s your business with Mr. Fletcher?"

Mrs. Shaw looked anxious, "It’s urgent; it’s about his son’s future happiness, a very important matter, please let him know, I just need a few minutes with him."