"What are you guys talking about? It’s so lively."
Victor Bennett came downstairs after changing clothes and asked with a cheerful smile.
Seeing him come down, Fiona Grantham felt like she’d found her pillar, and looked at him anxiously with red eyes.
"Victor, come quickly and explain to Grandma, I really didn’t bully Bella Green."
Seeing Fiona Grantham on the verge of tears, Victor Bennett was startled and quickly walked over.
"What’s going on here?"
"I really didn’t bully Bella Green. The stuff online before was just a misunderstanding, and I’ve apologized. I don’t understand why she’s still clinging to this matter."
Her weak, aggrieved look made Victor Bennett uncomfortable instantly.
"Bella Green, Phoebe is also a victim. Can you stop holding onto this issue? Big boys with hearts as small as a needle!"
Upon hearing Victor Bennett’s words, Bella Green raised her eyes and was about to speak, but was startled by the loud voice of Mrs. Bennett nearby.
"You shut up. With your lack of intelligence, why are you meddling here?"
That disdainful comment almost made Victor Bennett jump up, and he got red-faced and angry.
"Am I even your biological grandson, Grandma!!!"
Mrs. Bennett glanced at him with disdain: "I’m curious too. Maybe your genes mutated."
Victor Bennett: "..." Can’t live anymore, I’m running away from home!!
Bella Green, who couldn’t get a word in, twitched at the corners of her mouth. Indeed, there’s no most venomous, only more venomous.
This silly guy, not easy...
Watching Mrs. Bennett steer Victor Bennett’s thoughts off course in just two sentences, Fiona Grantham grew anxious and was about to remind him with gritted teeth.
Silently sitting next to her, Bellamy Homes suddenly spoke up.
"Miss Grantham, what do you think of my younger son’s character?"
Over there Victor Bennett and Mrs. Bennett were howling away, but over here no one was paying attention.
Suppressing her urgency, Fiona Grantham looked at Celestina, smiled lightly: "Victor’s character is simple and honest, he’s a really good person."
Bellamy Homes smiled upon hearing this, though nearly fifty, the years hadn’t left many marks on her face.
Especially the innate elegance she exuded, something Fiona Grantham couldn’t mimic no matter how much she tried, as if it’s naturally infused into her very essence.
She held her teacup, her little finger slightly raised, gently blowing.
"Being too simple and honest is just foolish, which isn’t like the Bennett family at all." Read complete version only at novel(ꜰ)ire.net
That indifferent tone made Fiona Grantham’s face slightly change, her heart sink a little.
"Is it?" she forced a smile and replied awkwardly.
"This child, though a bit foolish, is the Bennett family’s treasure. Can’t let others fool him like a fool, wouldn’t you say?"
That seemingly weightless and casual remark made Fiona Grantham feel completely uneasy.
With eyes showing a bit of panic, she looked at Bellamy Homes, her limbs turned cold, unable to speak.
"Ma-Madam, no, I didn’t..."
"Shh." Bellamy Homes made a silencing gesture, leaned closer, and lowered her voice.
"But knowing my son is being fooled, yet not wanting him to find out, isn’t it hard to be a mother?"
This statement made Fiona Grantham’s face drain of color, her heart almost leaping out of her chest.
She had maneuvered through the entertainment industry for years, encountering all sorts of shady characters.
But never had anyone, like Bellamy Homes, instilled such an almost desperate fear in her.
It seemed that all her thoughts were known to her.
This woman, elegant and beautiful, yet also, incredibly terrifying...
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