Chasing After My Beloved Wife

Chapter 68 How Could It Be Her?

Jana, who was staying not far away, smiled fearlessly. Check the surveillance? Who was he kidding?

That was impossible.

After a while, the security guard rushed out and showed the screenshot taken from the surveillance

footage to Shawn. "President Richard, we can’t see her face, we can only get a shot of her back. It is a

woman."

He glanced at the screenshot with his cold eyes and frowned. How could it be her?

“Shawn, should we get out of here first?”

Vivian's eyes were slightly red, but she endured it, as she did not want to lose her composure. She

wanted to tear off the faces of the onlookers around her, but she could not. So what if she could tear

apart all of their faces, it would not be better than tearing apart that one person’s face.

Shawn turned his head to look at her, then he glanced at the surrounding staff. "Let’s take a taxi first."

The security guard hurriedly stopped a taxi. After the taxi drove for hundreds of meters, Vivian, who

had been silent, said, "Sir, please stop the car."

The car quickly came to a halt. Shawn frowned irritably and lowered the window. He looked at the

woman standing by the side of the road with some dissatisfaction. "What are you trying to do?"

“What am I doing? I live in humiliation almost every day, Dalton and I can’t do anything about that at all.

Shawn, I can’t change the fact that I love you, just like how Dalton can’t change the fact that he is your

son. However, I am still just a woman. I will get hurt too, hearing people calling me a mistress or a sl*t

every day.”

Compared to her usual patient look, it seemed like Vivian still had anger to vent. She could not help but

cry. "I thought that I just had to endure it and be with you, even if your heart and soul refuses me. But I

suddenly found that I just can’t take it anymore today. Everyone thinks that Joye is Mrs. Richard, and I

will be called a mistress for my whole life. I can never raise my head in front of any of them.

And Dalton will also be called an illegitimate child."

"That’s enough."

The term illegitimate child made Shawn angry. No one could say that his son was an illegitimate child.

“It’s not enough! If my love can only bring you and Dalton harm, I would rather leave with Dalton.

Shawn, I really can’t take it anymore.”

He looked at her slender and trembling body squatting on the side of the road, she had completely lost

her image. Then, he felt a sense of guilt arise. He pushed the door open and got off the car, then strode

with his long legs. His voice was low and intoxicating.

“You don’t have to leave with Dalton. I will handle this matter.”

"Really?" Vivian raised her head and looked at him with her red eyes. She didn't wipe the tears from

the corners of her eyes until he gave a faint 'hmm' and reached out with his other hand.

His heart softened at her delicate look. He reached out and was about to pull her up, however, another

face flashed in front of him. He did not hesitate, he immediately adjusted the direction of his hands and

brushed past her soft palm, he only pulled on her arm.

"Come on, let’s pick Jasper up first."

He did not use much strength, but to her, it felt like her skin was pinched. Her fingers curled up slightly.

She was disappointed and angry, but she did not show it on her face. “Okay.”

After around ten minutes, the taxi stopped at the entrance of an international kindergarten. Because of

what had just happened, their arrival had been delayed. Dalton's classes had ended for some time

already. Only the parents who arrived late rushed into the kindergarten in a hurry.

Seeing the trace of guilt in Shawn’s eyes, Vivian smiled and comforted him, “Jasper says that he likes Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

to play with the children who leave late in the kindergarten.”

As soon as she said that, Dalton’s voice came from the kindergarten. There was a hint of anger in his

voice.

"I am not an illegitimate child. I have a father."

"You are an illegitimate child. Your mother is not your father's wife at all, she is a mistress. She is a bad

woman who has ruined other people's families. My mother said that the child of a mistress is

illegitimate."

It was the voice of another confident child. Obviously, it was a quarrel between the two kids.

Shawn’s expressions changed at once.

“Do not speak badly about my mother! She is not a mistress! You are the illegitimate child, your mother

is a mistress!”

Dalton raised his voice. He tried his best to defend his mother’s reputation, but his small body could not

be compared to the other chubby child. He was pushed to the ground hard.

"Jasper, my mother said that you are the illegitimate child of a mistress!"

He fell hard on his butt and his eyes turned red. However, Dalton still endured the pain and got up from

the ground. His bright eyes were engulfed by angry balls of flames. He reached out his hands, wanting

to fight back, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Shawn and Vivian walking inside.

He stopped and started to sob.

He quickly withdrew his little fists as he cried, bursting into tears then running into Shawn’s arms.

"Dad, tell him that Mom is not a mistress, and I am not an illegitimate child. Tell him that I am your son."

Dalton raised his head, his eyes were filled with tears. Anyone who saw his pitiful sight would feel a

pain in their heart. Shawn’s expressions sank, his cold eyes shot towards the little boy who was

standing on the other side.

"Go back and tell your mother that if she dares continue to talk about mistresses and illegitimate

children, then all of you can get out of this city!"

The boy was just three years old. He was so scared that his face turned deathly pale. His shoulders

trembled uneasily. However, he dared not move his feet, he looked at Shawn with fear in his eyes. This

uncle was way too terrifying.

"Shawn, you scared him. Jasper, you should go and comfort your good friend."

"Mom, he is not..."

Dalton’s eyes were red, he wanted to say that that was not his friend. However, when he saw Vivian’s

gaze, he immediately stopped. He left Shawn’s embrace and walked towards the other boy unwillingly.

“I forgive you, but you can’t talk bad about me and my mother anymore.”

The little boy had already been scared out of his wits. He sobbed, and his short legs were still

shivering. “Okay, I won’t say that anymore.”

Vivian then held Dalton’s hand as they left the school. When Dalton did not see Shawn’s car, he

immediately asked in confusion, “Dad, why didn’t you drive today?”

Vivian glanced at the man beside him awkwardly. He frowned, the anger in his eyes had not completely

faded yet.

Just great! That day, both she and Dalton were good at acting miserable.

After sending Vivian and Dalton back to the villa, Shawn drove to Red Sleeves. When Connor saw him

enter, he raised his eyes. It was obvious that he did not welcome him at all.

“Shawn, this is not a place for you to vent your feelings. Don’t you think you are a little too diligent

lately?”

Hearing those words, Shawn's expression turned cold. He went straight to the private room and

pushed the door open. "Cut the crap and get me some wine."

What happened in the company and kindergarten that day made him start to wonder whether he

should continue to give Vivian and Dalton an identity, even if it was just on paper.