Chapter 220

When Guinevere spotted them escaping, she raced forward to stop them. “I’m going to kill him. He
shouldn’t be here. I’m going to kill him!”

Her eyes were red, and Chris blocked her path. “Enough! He’s your son!”

“He isn’t!” shouted Guinevere, scratching his face.

“Open your eyes! See clearly that he’s the son you’ve given birth to!” he shouted. “He’s one of the
Ford’s!!!”

“Right. He is, in fact, a member of the Ford family.” A sudden thought crossed her mind, and she
appeared to sober up a little, with a sneer emerging on her face. She slowly walked toward Chris and
when he saw the look on her face, he seemed to realize what was happening and slowly backed away.
Although he was a man of age, he was still charming. Even at this age, there were still many women
that would fall for him. He and Wendy were a well-known and loving couple, and no one had ever
questioned their relationship after they had been through so much together.

But there was one exception…

“He is indeed a child of the Ford family.” Guinevere’s laughter was a little maddening. The maids
around didn’t know what was happening and could only stare at her with fear in their eyes. Chris felt
like his head was about to crack at any moment. He rubbed his forehead and said, “ Everyone go
upstairs now. Don’t come down without my permission.”

“Yes, sir.”

No matter what, he couldn’t let Wendy come down. Seeing how the confrontation went, Guinevere had
fully lost control and might say something she shouldn’t. He sucked in a deep breath and said to her,



“Calm down a little. Didn’t we have an agreement? Do you have to…”

“Am I the one who broke the promise? It was Weston! Ask him to come and see me now!” she broke
down and yelled pitifully. “Why isn’t he here yet? Is he with Stella?” “But she died a long time ago! Who
would he be with right now?” She yanked at her hair in frustration, trying to figure it out with a face
covered in tears. Every bit of her that was like a goddess seemed to disappear. “How can he treat me
like this?! Didn’t he say that we’ll get married?” It was as if she had forgotten what had happened
before. Even Chris couldn’t grasp what was going on with her. “Guinevere, calm down. Don’t hurt

Zachary. He’s your son!”

“I know he is my son!” she muttered under her breath. “He’s mine and Weston’s son. I won’t hurt him.
With him here. Weston would come back to me, right?”

She looked up and her bloodshot eyes seemed full of confusion.

But Chris wouldn’t believe another word she said. He took a deep breath and said, “Weston will be
home soon. Calm down. You can talk to him later.”

Only then did she calm down. She tugged her hair and wondered why she was acting like that earlier.

She looked at Chris puzzlingly and asked, “What did I do?”

He let out a deep sigh and stared at her with mixed emotions. “You lost control earlier. Don’t worry.
Your unstable emotions are probably due to you just giving birth. We’ll see a doctor soon. I’ll ask
Weston to stay with you.”

Guinevere rubbed her arms and nodded as she lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes. “I
understand.”



Her expression, however, was filled with cynical mockery, amalgamated with a tinge of manic cruelty.

But it was gone in a blink of an eye.


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