Chapter 22
Serena was crying her heart out, her small body trembling in Paisley’s arms. Paisley could only keep soothing Serena, hoping she’d calm down soon. But it seemed Dominic wan’t willing to wait
“Paisley, who is the kid Dominick’s voice came
ce came close, thick with emotion as he stared down at Serena, clearly trying to make sense of what he saw,
He’d felt something familiar about Serena the moment be laid eyes on her.
Now, hearing the girl called Paisley “Mommy” and knowing her june was Serena Sulton amused some suspicion deep down his heart.
Taisley, is she my Dommick continued to ask
Paisley cut him off, her tone fi kid’s over there”
firm. “Mr. Vanderbilt, Rena is my daughter She then tilted her chin
ward the couch behind her and added, “Your
So that’s not my daughter! Dominick thought with his brows furrowed deeply, his dark brown eyes locked on Paisley, trying to figure her out.
At the same time, Marissa, who’d been tense ever since Paisley walked in, finally let out a breath of relief.
Since Paisley said the kid wasn’t Dominick’s, then it couldn’t be his. M
Marissa didn’t think Paisley would lie about it.
After all, for the girl, being part of the Vanderbilt family would be a million times better than being with som
someone like Paisley.
Marissa thought to herself, At least Paisley’s smart enough not to try passing off this girl as a Vanderbilt. If she had, the whole family wouldn’t let her and the girl off.
With the tension eased, Marissa shifted her focus back to Grayson. She noticed he was still clutching onto her shirt, his eyes red and fixed on Paisley.
Marissa’s gaze turned slightly grim, and she gently cupped Grayson’s face, subtly turning his head toward her chest to block his view of Paisley. “Sonny, you’ve had enough, huh! Come on, let’s rest for a bit
Only then did Michelle realise the two parents knew each other. She felt a bit more at ease, hoping to diffuse the situation. With a warm smile, she turned to Dominick and said “Aho you know each other. Well that makes things easier, right?”
With a poker face. Dominick was about to nod in agreement, but Paisley’s voice cut through again, colder than before. Im not really familiar with Mr. Vanderbilt. We’re practically strangers.”
Dominick’s lips pressed into a thin line, and his face was instantly clouded.
Paisley met his gaze head–on, unfazed by his warning look. “So, let’s keep things fair and square.
A sharp edge crept into Dominick’s eyes, and he muttered in his mind, Good for you, Paisley. You want to distance yourself from me, huh?
He looked right at her, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Fine, fair enough. But mark my words, I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I want to know what kind of education leads to a kid who thinks it’s okay to hit people”
“Er. Michelle was taken aback, sensing that Paisley was being a bit uncooperative. She quickly glanced at Marissa, seeking her help.
Still holding Grayson’s hand, Marissa stepped closer to Dominick and lightly tugged at his sleeve. Her smile was soft, but her eyes shone with affection as she spoke to him, “Dom, don’t get upset. Ms. Sutton is probably just worried about her kid.”
As she spoke, Marissa could feel Grayson’s grip on her hand tightening. She looked down and glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Grayson’s linle face was a deep shade of red, and his eyes were burning with fury as he glared at Paisley
Dominick’s expersion was no better. He was fuming and complained inside, What’s wrong with her? Serena’s her kid, then what about Grayson! She hasn’t even looked at him since she walked in
