Free Web NovelChapter 38: Chapter 38: Mr. Sloan, Please Take Care of My Yara
Henry Kendrick’s expression darkened, but Estelle Lockwood smiled.
’It was always like this. Noelle Lockwood would claim she didn’t care about her status as the Lockwood family heiress, but she was always showing it off.’
’She was the Lockwood heiress. She had money. Everything in the Lockwood family belonged to her, and no one else got a share.’ freewebnoveℓ.com
’Even Estelle Lockwood, the true heiress, could only get by under Noelle Lockwood’s ’pity’.’
’How could it be that after five years, she was still flaunting her status as the Lockwood heiress? Did she have nothing else to show off?’
’And then there was Vivian Lowell. She had always loved using luxury goods to put down Estelle, this ’country bumpkin who had never seen the world.’’
’In the past, Estelle Lockwood had felt like she didn’t fit in with the Lockwood family, and a large part of that was because Vivian Lowell would mock her every other day. Vivian would look down on her for not being able to afford this or that, saying she was only fit to wear Noelle Lockwood’s hand-me-downs, and that it was her lot in life.’
’However Vivian had mocked her back then, she was going to mock her right back.’
Estelle Lockwood looked Vivian Lowell up and down. "Miss Lowell, the outfit you’re wearing is a past-season piece from DL. The bag you’re carrying is a three-year-old model from Tissenvi, and your necklace and earrings are styles that Evernight International discontinued last year."
"And your clothes don’t even fit properly, the color of your bag doesn’t match, and let’s not even talk about the jewelry—one of the diamonds is chipped. It’s plain to see that everything you’re wearing is just Noelle Lockwood’s castoffs."
Vivian Lowell’s expression instantly froze.
Estelle Lockwood gave a half-smile. "While I don’t think there’s anything good about one-upmanship, Miss Lowell... at least I can pay this one million on my own. Can you?"
"SHUT UP!!!" Vivian Lowell shrieked as if she’d been stabbed, "You bitch, you’re asking for it!"
"I’m just telling the truth. Don’t get angry, Miss Lowell. Next time you try to mock me, please use your brain first."
Estelle Lockwood lifted her chin slightly, her gaze icy. "Noelle Lockwood, get your dog back on its leash. Don’t let her out to bite people!"
Noelle Lockwood bit her lower lip. Vivian Lowell screamed, her face flushing red with anger, "You dare call me a dog! I’ll kill you!"
As she spoke, Vivian Lowell lunged forward.
But Estelle Lockwood didn’t even have to move. Henry Kendrick had already grabbed Vivian Lowell’s wrist, causing Vivian to let out another bloodcurdling scream.
Only then did Noelle Lockwood speak up weakly. "Dr. Lockwood, Vivian is just blunt. Aren’t you going a little too far?"
Estelle Lockwood was merciless. "Miss Lockwood, don’t confuse being blunt with being a bitch. Besides, I think the person who goads others into fighting her battles while she sits back and enjoys the show is the one who’s truly going too far, don’t you?"
Hearing Estelle Lockwood’s thinly veiled mockery, tears welled up in Noelle Lockwood’s eyes and she staggered back. "That’s not... "
"Yara, what do you mean by that!" Vivian Lowell was overcome with rage.
’In Crestfall, she was used to throwing her weight around, relying on the fact that she was related to the Lockwood family and that Noelle Lockwood was the future Mrs. Sloan. This was the first time she had ever been so wronged!’
Furious and exasperated, she whirled on the salesclerk and roared, "Do you have any idea who she is? She’s the mistress! If you dare sell that pen to her, you’re finished!"
"You people have no idea! This bitch moved into someone else’s house, taking over their husband and child! My cousin and her son had a misunderstanding, and this bitch took advantage of the situation to sow discord! She even kicked my cousin out!"
"Noelle wanted to buy a pen for Nathaniel, and this woman is buying one too. She has ulterior motives!"
As her voice fell, some people in the crowd recognized Noelle Lockwood and began to whisper.
"Isn’t that Noelle Lockwood?"
"I saw online that Noelle Lockwood was abusing Young Mr. Sloan... So it was because this woman instigated it?"
Noelle Lockwood’s mood improved slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up.
Vivian Lowell felt a rush of satisfaction. Looking down her nose, she asked contemptuously, "Now, are you still going to sell something to a mistress?"
The salesclerk stammered, not daring to speak.
Noelle Lockwood said with a helpless sigh, "Dr. Lockwood, things have gotten so messy. Why don’t we just let it go? Don’t make things difficult for the clerk..."
"Are you suggesting, Miss Lockwood, that I should plead guilty to the ’crime’ of being a mistress?" Estelle Lockwood suddenly asked.
Noelle Lockwood shook her head, tears in her eyes, and let out a deliberate sigh. "Really, that’s not what I meant, but you and Nathaniel... you have been getting too close..."
"Miss Lockwood, just because you’re a mistress, it doesn’t mean every other woman in the world is one too."
Estelle Lockwood smoothed her hair. "But I understand. You mistresses are all afraid your man will be stolen. After all, if he did it once, he’ll do it again. Miss Lockwood, you haven’t even successfully secured your position yet. You’re right to be worried."
"But you’re overthinking things, Miss Lockwood. I’m here to buy a gift for my children. I have zero interest in your dear Nathaniel. Stop snapping at everyone you see, understand?"
A tear slid down Noelle Lockwood’s cheek, her gentle expression turning sorrowful. "Dr. Lockwood, why must you mock me like this..."
Before she could finish, a greeting card fell to the floor. Someone in the crowd picked it up and saw the words written on it—
Happy birthday, Zachery and Mia! And a happy birthday to Christian, too!
Estelle Lockwood sneered, "Miss Noelle Lockwood, you go on and on all day about being Young Mr. Christian’s birth mother. Didn’t you know his birthday is coming up soon, too? You’re completely indifferent to your own son, yet you jump at the chance to slander me, terrified I’ll steal your man... It seems this ’birth son,’ Young Mr. Sloan, means nothing to you at all."
The surroundings instantly fell deathly silent.
After a long moment, someone said, "So it was a gift for her children... Then what was Noelle Lockwood doing, attacking her like that and not letting go?"
"And Young Mr. Sloan’s birthday is coming up soon, but Noelle Lockwood, his own mother, didn’t even mention it. I bet she forgot her own child’s birthday, didn’t she?"
"She only has eyes for men. Barking like a dog everywhere over a man, how pathetic..."
Estelle Lockwood retracted her gaze, looked at the salesclerk, and handed over a black card. "Ring it up. And please wrap it for me."
"Yes, yes, right away. Please wait a moment."
Estelle Lockwood smiled at Noelle Lockwood. "Miss Lockwood, why aren’t you paying? Weren’t you going to buy that three-million-dollar pen for Nathaniel Sloan? I’m sure Nathaniel Sloan would be very touched to receive it."
Noelle Lockwood’s face alternated between red and white.
Vivian Lowell, unable to stomach it, was about to curse again, but Noelle Lockwood grabbed her arm sharply. Taking a deep breath, Noelle forced a gentle tone and said,
"Dr. Lockwood, we were in the wrong today. Vivian is still young, so please don’t take her words to heart. Vivian, let’s go for now. We can come back to buy it another day."
After speaking, Noelle Lockwood dragged Vivian Lowell away without a backward glance.
The people around them were still pointing and muttering. Noelle Lockwood was so angry the rims of her eyes turned red.
’I’ll remember this!’
...
After buying the gifts, Henry Kendrick and Estelle Lockwood went to the kindergarten, picked up the three little ones, and then drove them all back to Imperial Crest.
The moment the car door opened, Henry Kendrick saw a tall, slender man standing at the entrance of Imperial Crest.
Zachery whispered, "Mia, look. Doesn’t scum dad look like one of those ’waiting-for-her-husband’ rocks?"
Mia: "...Watch your mouth. To be precise, it’s a ’waiting-for-his-wife’ rock."
Nathaniel Sloan stepped forward, about to speak, but Henry Kendrick’s eyes darted. He immediately went up and grasped Nathaniel Sloan’s hands. "Mr. Sloan, thank you for taking care of my dear Yara."
’You little punk,’ Henry thought. ’Letting that scum woman bully Estelle. Just watch me mess with this ex-hubby!’
Nathaniel Sloan immediately frowned. ’Why is Henry Kendrick here too?’
’First it was Jasper Kingston, and now there’s a Henry Kendrick?’
