My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: In a Pinch, a Best Friend Is a Husband

Doris Morton strode forward and shoved the woman, then pointed at her nose and started cursing.

The woman was baffled. Thinking Doris Morton held the same status as her, she looked from Mr. Morton to Doris in surprise.

"You hit me? Where did this bitch come from? How dare you hit me? Morton, who is she? What is going on? You better explain this to me right now!"

Mr. Morton hadn’t expected to run into his daughter here, much less that Doris Morton would cause such a public scene, yelling and even getting physical.

Embarrassed, he glanced around, pulled the woman behind him to shield her, and lowered his voice.

"Doris Morton, what are you doing? What’s all this nonsense you’re spouting in public?"

Growing up, Doris Morton had always felt she had a happy life.

Although they lived in a small town and weren’t incredibly wealthy, they had enough to live comfortably.

Her mother was gentle, her father was considerate, and they had been a loving couple for decades. But today...

She truly couldn’t bring herself to associate her father with *that* kind of man.

"I hit the wrong person, right? She’s not actually with you, is she? Are you two here for work? Why would you be working here, Dad? Okay, fine, I don’t care what the reason is. Just tell me yes, and I’ll believe you. I’ll even apologize to her."

"Dad, tell me this is all a misunderstanding! Just tell me!"

Mr. Morton: "..."

He glanced around again and reached out to pull Doris Morton away.

"Doris, you’ve always been a sensible girl. Dad has always trusted you. Look at this, we’re in public. Let’s not make a scene here. You should go home first..."

He tried to push Doris Morton away, but the woman behind him wasn’t having it.

"So she’s your daughter, huh? Not as wonderful as you made her out to be. Morton, your daughter is asking you a question. And speaking of which, I’ve been asking you something too, and you still haven’t given me a clear answer. Why don’t you answer us both today."

"What exactly is our relationship? And when are you going to marry me?"

Doris Morton and her father both froze and turned to look at the woman.

The young woman’s face was full of defiance and smugness.

"I’m already over three months pregnant with your son, and I’ll start showing soon. I want to wear a wedding dress at our wedding, so if you keep dragging this out... Anyway, it’s going to happen sooner or later, so you might as well just tell her the truth now."

Doris Morton felt like not just her worldview, but her entire being had been shattered.

’Her father hadn’t just found a woman this young behind her back—they had a child on the way and were discussing marriage!!’

’God, was this even the same father she had always known?’

’And this woman was just so shameless, wasn’t she?’

’Knowing he had a family, knowing he had a grown daughter, and still she was desperate to be his mistress?!’

At first, Doris Morton didn’t want to press the issue, didn’t want to believe it was true. But now, she couldn’t even lie to herself anymore.

"What did you say? What did you say you are to my dad? What do you want from him? Say it again!"

Doris Morton was trembling from head to toe, her eyes fixed on the woman, filled with disbelief.

Seeing her on the verge of breaking, the woman couldn’t have been more pleased.

"If you want me to say it again, I’ll say it again. I’m your dad’s girlfriend. He said he loves me and wants to marry me, which means I’ll be your new stepmom soon. You’re Doris Morton, right? I..."

SLAP!

Doris Morton couldn’t hold back any longer. She rushed forward and slapped the woman hard across the face.

"Bitch! Shameless whore! How dare you stand there and say that after wrecking someone’s family! I’m going to beat you to death today!"

SLAP! SLAP! She slapped the woman’s face relentlessly, left and right.

The woman, not expecting her to be so ferocious, immediately covered her head and started screaming. Mr. Morton rushed forward.

"Are you crazy! Doris Morton! Stop hitting her, stop! She’s pregnant! You can’t hit her! Let her go, now!"

Doris Morton was forcefully pulled away by her father, who once again shielded the woman behind him.

Hearing her own father admit to his disgraceful actions, Doris Morton completely lost her senses in a fit of rage. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Vincent Morton! You’re my father! My mother has been with you for over twenty years, and right now she’s at home, sick and alone, with no one to even pour her a glass of water! And you—look at what you’re doing!"

"She’s pregnant? Oh, did I hurt your precious little wife and your darling son? Is your heart just breaking for them?"

"You little brat! You still know I’m your father? How dare you speak to me like that?"

With all the shouting and fighting, passersby had begun to stop and stare.

Mr. Morton was furious as well.

"I don’t depend on you for food or drink, and I’m not helpless yet! What I want to do is my own damn business, it’s not for you to criticize! Get the hell out of here! Say one more word and I’ll slap you, you hear me?"

As he spoke, he turned to put his arm around the woman and lead her away, but she was crying and refusing to let it go.

"I’m not leaving! Didn’t you see how many times she just hit me? You’re just going to let her walk away? Who do you think you’re kidding? Hit her back for me! If you won’t do it, I’ll do it myself! Let me go!"

Mr. Morton: "..."

"If you don’t go hit her back, I’m going to the hospital right now to abort your son! He’s not even born yet and he’s already being bullied like this, and you do nothing! After he’s born, are we just supposed to let people walk all over us? It’s better for him not to be born at all than to be born just to suffer! Waaaah..."

Mr. Morton had wanted a son for half his life. Now that he finally had one on the way, how could he possibly let him go so easily?

While coaxing the woman in a soft, gentle voice, he turned his head and snarled viciously at Doris Morton.

"Your mother’s health is poor. She couldn’t give me the son I’ve wanted my whole life, so am I not allowed to have someone else give me one? You know we’ve been together for over twenty years. I’ve put up with her for over twenty years—I’ve done more than enough for her!"

"And you! I’ve fed you and clothed you all these years, and now you think you’re grown and can defy me? Get over here and apologize, now!"

"No matter what, that’s your little brother in there. If anything happens to him..."

Being cursed at like this in public by the father she had worshipped for over twenty years, hearing him spout such twisted logic, Doris Morton felt as if her heart had been ripped out. The pain was so intense she wanted to kill someone.

"He is not my brother! The thing you two degenerates created is a bastard! Don’t forget, you and Mom aren’t divorced yet. This is bigamy! If you dare let her give birth, I’ll report you for it immediately!"

"You!"

He hadn’t wanted to hit her, but she had become completely lawless. Gritting his teeth, Mr. Morton rushed forward, raising his hand to strike.

At the critical moment, Cecelia Archer raised her handbag to block the blow in front of Doris Morton.

SMACK! The force of Mr. Morton’s blow sent the handbag flying.

But the woman was still not satisfied. "Useless! Are you too old to even hit someone properly, or are you just putting on a show for me? If you can’t bring yourself to do it, I will!"

With that, she swung her own handbag and ran up to Doris Morton, aiming to smash it into her face.

Cecelia Archer couldn’t just stand by and watch Doris Morton get hit. On instinct, she raised her shoulder and bumped the woman.

"AH!"

The woman staggered back two steps, lost her footing, and fell hard onto her bottom.

"Lumos! Lumos, are you okay? Lumos?"

"Ah? Blood?"

A stream of dark red blood trickled quickly down her thigh. Mr. Morton pulled the woman into his arms.

"You animal! Look what you’ve done! Call 911, now! I’m warning you, if anything happens to my child, I’ll make sure you and your mother both pay!"