Chapter 714: Chapter 714 Things Got Out of Control_1
“Mom! What are you trying to do?!” Christopher Simonson said with a headache, “This has nothing to do with Caitlin!”
“You’re still defending her?!” Old Mrs. Simonson was furious, “If she hadn’t foolishly run off to Clearwater, how would those rumors have spread? I think she did it on purpose! She is holding a grudge because we didn’t save her younger brother back then. The Carter Family fell, and now she wants the Simonson Family to fall too!”
“I didn’t!” Caitlin Carter defended herself, “Mom, I really didn’t know it would turn out …”
“Enough!” Old Mrs. Simonson cut her off, “Even Violet could see that girl was up to no good. You’re grown up, can’t you see it? What ‘the most beautiful law examinee’! I think she’s using any means necessary for fame and fortune, deliberately using this opportunity to hype herself up! Caitlin Carter, let me tell you, if Christopher fails this election, you will take full responsibility!”
Caitlin Carter’s face turned pale in shock as she looked at Old Mrs. Simonson, “Mom, what do you mean by that?”
Old Mrs. Simonson’s voice was cold and hoarse with age, “Caitlin Carter, you married into our Simonson Family and haven’t produced any children, I won’t mention that, but now is a critical moment for my son. Success or failure hinges on this, and if you want to drag him down, then don’t ever set foot in the Simonson Family home again!”
Caitlin Carter was stunned, frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time.
Did Old Mrs. Simonson mean… she wanted Christopher and her to divorce? But what had she done wrong? She just wanted to save her own younger brother!
“Mom!” Christopher Simonson couldn’t bear it any longer, “I’m forty, not fourteen! Don’t you understand respect at all?! Caitlin is my wife, now and in the future! Always!”
“As long as I live one more day, no matter how old you are, you’re still my son!” Old Mrs. Simonson rebuked.
“Have you all argued enough?!” Old Master Simonson suddenly roared.
The living room fell silent at once, leaving only the low sobbing of Caitlin Carter.
Old Master Simonson looked disapprovingly at the drawn swords between mother and son, and said in a deep voice, “Christopher has been targeted, whether Caitlin goes to Clearwater or not, this news would have come out! What we need to consider now is how to resolve the problem, not complicate it further!”
He stared hard at his wife, “Our child is grown up, if you hurt his pride, it’s as if you’re wounding his heart, don’t ever say what you said today again.”
Old Mrs. Simonson was not easy to deal with, a proud young lady in her youth, and even more caustic in old age, but she only ever softened in front of Old Master Simonson.
She still looked disagreeable but didn’t make any further comment.
Christopher Simonson helped Caitlin Carter back to their room. Old Master Simonson called him back, saying, “Come to my study later, and notify Secretary-General Walsh to come over.”
This was to hold a meeting to discuss countermeasures.
Christopher Simonson nodded and turned to go back to the room with Caitlin Carter. The door closed behind them, making a soft click.
Violet Nelson, inside the house, heard that sound and tiptoed out of her room. She pressed her ear against the door of Christopher and Caitlin’s bedroom, listening for any sound of argument, but heard none.
She felt uneasy in her heart and silently slipped back into her room.
The news today had caught her by surprise.
Although she was the one who spread the information, she had clearly only bought a few small websites’ news slots, so why had it exploded overnight with major websites’ headlines all about Purple Summers and Caitlin Carter’s meeting?
This was very strange.
Violet Nelson felt that the current situation was very wrong. She intended to plant a thorn in Caitlin Carter’s heart, but she had never thought it would affect Christopher Simonson’s election campaign. Why had it become such a big deal?
Violet Nelson tried to call the editor-in-chief she knew, but their number was no longer in service.
A feeling of foreboding crept into her heart, as if things had spiraled out of her control… deviating from her original plans.