Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1599: Chapter 1599: Taking Away My Son

Willow Crawford is here.

Willow Crawford has regained her beauty, and in the blink of an eye, three years have passed. Willow Crawford has blossomed like a rose, her once stunning appearance now more breathtaking than ever. She has styled her hair; previously straight black locks now transformed into radiant tea-colored waves, truly captivating and radiant.

Mrs. Webb, who has lived most of her life and worked here for Morgan Ashworth, has seen all kinds of beauties, yet she was still dumbstruck upon seeing Willow Crawford.

Seeing Mrs. Webb staring at her, Willow Crawford smiled and said, "Hello, I’m here to pick up Joy. I am Joy’s mommy."

What?

This was the young master’s mommy, which means she’s the wife of their sir?

Mrs. Webb had never seen Willow Crawford before, not even in photos, and now seeing her, she felt shocked yet realized it was natural, as the woman her sir is interested in must be exceptionally beautiful.

"Are you really my young master’s mommy?"

"Absolutely, Joy is like a part of me," Willow Crawford smiled softly.

At that moment, Ethan Ashworth heard the commotion and dashed downstairs, "Mommy! Mommy!"

The little boy saw Willow Crawford, and their eyes locked.

The little boy’s young, fair eyes instantly turned red, tears streaming down uncontrollably. This was his mommy, indeed his mommy.

He had seen his mommy’s photo at his grandmother’s place; his mommy looked like a fairy.

And standing right before him, wasn’t she indeed like a fairy?

Willow Crawford immediately stepped forward, holding the little boy’s shoulders, "Joy, why are you crying? Don’t cry; Mommy is here."

"Mommy, why did you only come now? I really missed you; I dream of you every day~" the little boy whimpered in grievance.

Willow Crawford felt her heart was breaking; she knew it was her responsibility, "Joy, Mommy will explain to you later. I’m sorry I came late."

"Mommy, will you ever leave again?" the little boy asked cautiously, fearing Mommy would merely glance at him and disappear.

Willow Crawford shook her head, "I won’t anymore, Joy. Mommy will never leave again. I’ll be with you every day, and no one will ever separate us again."

The little boy wailed "Wah" and rushed into Willow Crawford’s arms, "Mommy, you said it; don’t ever leave me again. Wah, I finally have a mommy, I have a mommy."

Willow Crawford hugged the little boy tightly, then looked at Mrs. Webb, "Isn’t your sir back yet?"

Mrs. Webb shook her head, "Not yet, sir has gone on a business trip."

"Then tell your sir that I have taken the son with me."

What?

To take the young master away?

Mrs. Webb immediately objected, "Joy’s mommy, that’s definitely not possible. If my sir comes back and finds that the young master is gone, he’d be furious; my sir has quite a temper."

Mrs. Webb tried to intimidate Willow Crawford.

Willow Crawford, however, was not afraid in the least. She curved her red lips and said, "I suppose President Ashworth has been too busy lately, not coming home at night, probably won’t even have time to get angry. If he comes back to hold me accountable, just let him come to me directly."

"But..."

Willow Crawford did not listen to Mrs. Webb any longer and left with the little boy in her arms.

...

At this moment, Morgan Ashworth was still abroad. He attended a financial meeting and just returned to the palace when Eleven hurriedly ran in.