The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 160

The restaurant's restroom had a garden-style design. The background music was the soothing sound of flowing

water and birds chirping, with the pleasant aroma lingering in the air.

Paisley stood by the sink, taking a moment to collect herself. She still wasn't used to socializing in such complex

circles. It wasn't that she couldn't handle it-she just didn't want to waste her energy on such meaningless

interactions.

Just then, man walked out of the men's restroom while talking on the phone. "Con, don't be mad. I'll be

htonight."

He was well-dressed, with a deep, magnetic voice and eyes full of amusement. From the tone of his voice, he

was probably coaxing his girlfriend or wife.

"| just cto drop by my daughter's birthday party. | promised the kid I'd show up. Don't worry, | won't be

staying the night-I'll be back in Brightmoor tonight.

"Yeah, yeah, that old hag disgusts me. She even has a scar on her stomach-I don't even want to touch her!

"You're the cutest, the prettiest. Alright, be good and wait fortonight, love you!"

Paisley frowned. It was obvious that he wasn't talking to his wife or girlfriend but to his mistress.

After ending the call, the man walked over to the sink to wash his hands, finally noticing Paisley standing there.

His eyes lit up instantly. "Hey, you look familiar. Have we met before?"

Paisley felt repulsed and quickly washed her hands. The man, however, wasn't discouraged. Instead, his smile

deepened. He pulled a business card from his pocket and offered it to her. "This is my private number. Givea

call if you're interested."

At that moment, Isabella happened to be walking toward the restroom and saw the whole interaction. She

immediately recognized the man standing next to Paisley. It wasn't just anyone-it was Millie's father, Nate.

Her instincts kicked in, and she carefully backed away before turning and rushing back excitedly to Vivian. "Why

are you in such a hurry?" Vivian asked, looking at Isabella with slight disdain. She had never

thought highly of the woman-considering her short-sighted, obsessed with petty gains, and nothing more than a

gossiping shrew.

Isabella glanced around before leaning in closer to Vivian and whispering, "I just saw Mr. Morgan by the

restroom."

Vivian's smile widened, her expression full of happiness. "Oh, my husband's here?"

"Yes." Isabella deliberately emphasized her next words. "Ms. Sutton was there too."

Vivian's face stiffened for a brief moment. "So?"

Isabella grew more anxious. "I saw Mr. Morgan give Ms. Sutton his business card. He even told her to call him if

she was interested."

"What did you just say?" Vivian's voice rose sharply, catching the attention of those around her. She quickly

lowered it again, glaring at Isabella. "Are you making up lies to slander my husband?"

Isabella flinched slightly. "How could I possibly slander Mr. Morgan? We know what kind of person he is. But not

everyone does."

She cast a meaningful glance toward Serena, who was playing with Millie nearby.

Vivian's expression darkened. "What are you trying to say?"

Isabella gestured toward Serena. "Ms. Sutton is young and beautiful, and she's raising a child alone. Didn't you

once say that a woman like her usually becomes srich man's sugar baby?

"Mr. Morgan is such a gentleman-how could he possibly see through those women's tricks? Ms. Sutton must have

said something to him, which is why he gave her his card. If they keep in touch, then-" Isabella hadn't finished,

but Vivian was already unable to sit still. She had originally planned to storm into the restroom and confront

Paisley right then and there. But halfway there, she suddenly stopped and turned back.

Eager to follow and watch the unfold, Isabella was confused when Vivian changed her mind. "What's

wrong, Mrs. Morgan? Don't worry, I'm on your side. A woman who tries to destroy another's family should be

taught a lesson!"

Vivian nodded, her eyes turning hostile. Yes, she needed to teach her a lesson. But just a little punishment

wouldn't be enough-not enough for her to learn, not enough for it to stick.

Her gaze shifted toward Serena, who was playing happily with Millie.

At that moment, the kids were gathered around, curiously admiring a bottle of Cloud Crest Reserve. To prevent

the children from accidentally knocking it over, the expensive wine bottle had been placed on a high platform-

out of their reach.

In reality, it was just another way for Vivian to show off. She had deliberately placed the rare bottle in the most

prominent spot, where everyone could see it but wouldn't dare ask for a share.

After all, Cloud Crest Reserve was incredibly expensive. Even though her husband was the general manager of

Cloud Crest Brightmoor division, it wasn't something they could just bring hwhenever they pleased.

She was already heartbroken about sharing just a small sip with everyone here today. But compared to that,

Vivian still thought her ego was more important.

However, at this moment, neither the heartbreak nor her ego mattered-nothing was more important than her

family.

"This bottle is so pretty. | wonder what the wine tastes like," Elara said longingly. She wished she could grow up

instantly and drink like the adults.

"I don't know. My mom says it's really good, something most people don't get to drink. That's why she brought it

out for everyone to try today," Millie replied.

"Millie, your mom is so nice. My dad is really happy-he even drank Ms. Sutton's share," Elara added. Millie turned

to Serena. "Rena, why didn't your mom drink any?"

"It's not good," Rena answered honestly. "We have this at htoo, but our bottle is even prettier. My mom says

that one is the best."

"If it's so good, how cyour mom never brings it out for everyone to try?" Elara pouted, teasing Serena.

Serena scratched her head. "Next ton my birthday, I'll ask my mom to bring it so your parents can taste it."

"Rena, you're lying. My mom says you don't have a dad and that your family is poor. This wine is super

expensive your mom couldn't afford it," Elara said, parroting what she had heard from her mother. Serena was

confused. "But my family isn't poor. We live in a big house."

"But you don't have a dad," Elara blurted out. She didn't mean to hurt Serena. She was just repeating what her

mom had said.

Little did she know, those words hit Serena right in the heart. Her eyes welled up, and within seconds, tears

started rolling down her cheeks. In her blurred vision, her small hand accidentally knocked into something.

Then, a sudden crash rang out. The bottle, which had been placed high on the stand, somehow toppled over,

shattering into pieces. The expensive wine spilled all over the floor.