THE BILLIONAIRE'S UGLY EX-WIFE

Chapter 9: The Scumbag

Mr. Smith rubbed his forehead in frustration. It would have been easier to force Rora into agreeing if she still looked like before. But the current Rora, who was now very beautiful and confident, was not so easy to deal with.

"You don't have to worry about that," Mr. Smith said resentfully. "Your mom and I will think of a way to trick her into marrying Kelvin. If she refuses, we'll force her with threats."

He was still furious over Rora looking down on him.

Mrs. Smith, who hadn't spoken since they entered the study room, turned to her daughter and asked, "How is your relationship with Sir Vandy? When is he coming to marry you?"

Rara's face creased with anxiety turned dark. Ever since Sir Vandy had brought that child back, he hadn't even bothered to glance in her direction. His mind was filled with thoughts of the little boy.

"Mom, there has been no progress at all. I'm worried that he'll kick me out of the mansion if he finds out it wasn't me, but Rora was the one he slept with seven years ago," Rara said dejectedly.

Rara was worried that Vandy will be taken away from her by Rora.

Mrs. Smith thought seriously before opening her mouth. "I think you should spike his drink and lure him to sleep with you. If you get pregnant and give birth to his child, he won't pay attention to that little demon anymore."

Mr. Smith, hearing what his wife said, nodded in support instead of rebuking her for giving their daughter such an indecent idea.

Rara's eyes lit up but quickly cooled. She bit her lip, looking anxious and worried, and then carefully said, "What about Rora?"

She lowered her head, looking helpless and weak.

Mr. Smith impatiently waved his arm and assured her confidently, "Don't worry about her. What can a wild girl like her do? I will take care of it."

The night was doomed to be restless for the family of three. Meanwhile, Rora, the cause of their sleepless night, got out of bed when the sun was high in the sky the next day.

Descending the staircase lazily while stretching her arms, her daughter's cheerful voice attracted her attention. "Big baby!"

A smile appeared on her previously expressionless face as she watched her cute little daughter running over. Housekeeper Anne panicked and cautioned, "Little miss Riri, don't run."

But Riri didn't listen. She ran over and stood before Rora, looking at her mother seriously before saying apologetically, "Big baby, I'm sorry I slept early last night and I wasn't able to feed you. I won't do that again."

Riri always believed that she was feeding her mother whenever they ate together because when she was two years old, she was very sick and refused to eat. Rora tricked her into believing that if she ate, she was actually feeding her.

Despite the logic presented by reality, Riri held on to this belief.

Lowering her head to look at her daughter with a smile, Rora’s eyelids quivered like someone who had been wronged. She said, "I am so hungry, I haven't eaten since yesterday," before yawning.

Patting her chest, Riri responded guiltily, "I am sorry, it won't happen again, Big Baby. Aunt Anne has already prepared breakfast. Come, let me feed you."

She took her mother's hand and led her towards the dining table.

Housekeeper Anne, who was paying attention to the mother and child’s conversation, felt the corner of her lips twitch.

The thought that Miss Rora was actually training her daughter to be a little ancestor made her lips curl up into a smile.

Humming a song, she walked out of the room to chat with the gardener.

After Rora had her breakfast, Rebecca sent Housekeeper Anne to bring her to her study room.

Sitting before Rebecca, who just sat there without saying a word, Rora patiently waited for her to speak.

Looking at Rora’s face, Rebecca asked, "Are you serious about looking for who your real parents are?"

Rora, without hesitation, gave a concise response. "Yes."

Looking at her face, Rebecca opened her mouth and said, "You won't be able to find them, but those responsible for their disappearance are not people you can go against."

"Aunt, don't scare me. I won't give up," Rora said fearlessly.

Hearing her response, Rebecca chuckled and then sighed before saying emotionally, "You are just like your mother. When she decided to do something, no one could persuade her. I won't persuade you anymore, but you need to look for the father of your kids. With him, it will be easier to face them."

Rora nonchalantly responded, "Okay," and then got up. She had no intention of looking for that scumbag who had impregnated her so many years ago and didn't even bother looking for her.

Such an irresponsible man wasn't worthy of her attention.

Rebecca watched helplessly as Rora walked out of her study room. She also guessed Rora wouldn't heed her advice.

After Rora left, a masked man who had been hiding in the shadows, listening to their conversation, stepped forward and tentatively asked, "Should I make Sir Vandy aware that she is the mother of his children?'

Rebecca touched her forehead, looking a little exhausted, and said, "We have done our best. We should leave it to fate. If they are meant to be together, it will naturally happen, and we don't know the attitude of his family either."

Vandy, who was the subject of their discussion, was being followed by his entourage. His assistant Shan, stood beside him, reporting on a recent project worth ten billion dollars. "A few Asian investors are interested in our newly developed product, and they wa—"

"Daddy!" a cheerful voice called out, and Vandy raised his hand, stopping Assistant Shan from continuing.

Looking at his six-year-old son walking toward him, his facial features softened, and his eyes were filled with fatherly love. He squatted down, patted his son's head lovingly, and said tenderly, "Rex, are you ready for school?"

Pouting, Rex asked, blinking his eyes, "Yes, Dad. Today is Mother's Day, and our teacher told us we should tell our moms to bring us to school today."

Vandy's face darkened upon hearing what his son said. He had already made up his mind to make his son's teacher and the school headmaster jobless.

Remembering how that woman had dumped his son at the gate and in the snow, he snorted coldly and said, "You don't have a mother."