Jayden Grant frowned and glanced at Yvette Aston. "Where do you want to go?"
Yvette Aston lowered her head, pulling Summers back. "No... didn’t think of going anywhere."
Jayden Grant’s face didn’t look good, glaring at Yvette Aston in warning. "Put the child down, take a bath, change clothes, and go out with me."
Yvette Aston fearfully protected Summers and stepped back. "I won’t go..."
"Today is Charlotte Summers’ birthday, you will go whether you want to or not!" Jayden Grant’s voice was icy.
Yvette Aston looked at Jayden Grant in terror. "I... I won’t go..."
"Yvette Aston, don’t be disrespectful. Charlotte is in poor health, and she’s kind enough to invite you, don’t be ungrateful." Jayden Grant was afraid that Charlotte Summers would feel upset, so he agreed to have Yvette Aston attend.
Yvette Aston was trembling.
Birthday.
Charlotte Summers’ birthday.
It was also her birthday.
It’s just that she had already forgotten, because she didn’t deserve to celebrate her birthday and was fearful of it.
Sometimes, Yvette Aston often thought, if only she had died on the day she was born.
But unfortunately, there was no ’if’.
"Jayden Grant... please, can I not go?" Yvette Aston pleaded quietly.
Does he have to destroy her mentally?
Donating a kidney wasn’t enough?
"Don’t make me say it a second time." Jayden Grant threatened coldly.
Yvette Aston knew she couldn’t escape.
She sent Summers back to the storage room, instructing him not to run around and to behave.
Summers sat sensibly on the small broken bed, saying he’d wait for mom to return.
Yvette Aston handed over the remaining small cake to Summers, telling him to eat it if he got hungry.
Leaving the storage room, Yvette Aston took a bath but still wore her own clothes, waiting in the courtyard for Jayden Grant.
She already knew what was going to happen next, nothing more than unrestrained mockery and endless insults.
If that’s what Jayden Grant wanted to see, then she would go.
"Why don’t you wear the clothes the maid gave you?" Jayden Grant came out and looked at Yvette Aston with some disdain.
Because it was Charlotte Summers’ birthday party, Jayden Grant wore a custom-made suit that looked even better than a celebrity.
Yvette Aston calmly looked at Jayden Grant, her heart no longer racing because of him.
It’s been so many years.
Turns out, she really didn’t love him anymore.
"Not... used to it." She didn’t want to wear a dress because of too many scars on her body.
She had grown so thin and out of shape; nothing looked good on her, so she might as well leave it as it was.
Jayden Grant couldn’t care less about Yvette Aston, heading straight to the car.
Yvette Aston carefully opened the back car door, got in, and huddled in the farthest corner.
Jayden Grant glanced at Yvette Aston through the rearview mirror, momentarily dazed.
In the past, Yvette Aston always sat in the front passenger seat of his car.
She would say, "Jayden Grant, this is the fairy’s seat."
He would indulge her, "Yes, no other woman can sit in my front passenger seat."
Thinking back now, it really is ironic.
"Yvette Aston, have you ever regretted it?" The car stopped in Ripple Court Hotel’s underground parking lot, Jayden Grant asked. "Back then, if you hadn’t betrayed me, even if you weren’t the Aston Family’s eldest daughter, I wouldn’t have abandoned you."
Yvette Aston felt tired, hearing Jayden Grant’s words, it seemed laughable.
She struggled desperately, called for help with all her might, when she needed protection the most, where was he? Accompanying Charlotte Summers.
And yet he still asked if she regretted it.
"I owe the Aston Family, I owe Charlotte Summers... But Jayden Grant, I don’t owe you." Yvette Aston took a deep breath and pushed open the car door.
Jayden Grant was enraged by Yvette Aston’s attitude, got out of the car, grabbed Yvette Aston’s wrist, slammed her against the wall and held her down forcefully. "Don’t owe me? You slept with a wild man, gave birth to his bastard child, and you don’t owe me?"
"Yvette Aston, you owe me for the rest of your life!" Jayden Grant’s emotions were a bit out of control, forcing Yvette Aston to look at him.
Yvette Aston stubbornly refused to look at him.
Jayden Grant looked at Yvette Aston and spoke word by word. "Six years ago, so desperate, these five years without a man, can you stand it?"
Yvette Aston’s eyes reddened, unsure where she found the courage, but she slapped Jayden Grant.
Jayden Grant retaliated, giving Yvette Aston a slap. "What makes you think you can hit me?"
"You’re just shameless!"
Yvette Aston stood stunned.
This was Jayden Grant, the first time he’d ever hit her.
This slap was truly the end of the line.
Six years ago, Charlotte Summers had taken him to the hotel to catch her cheating.
He saw the crimson on the snowy white sheets, yelled at her, but hadn’t been willing to give her a slap.
Ha...
Yvette Aston took a deep breath, ears ringing, and followed Jayden Grant.
Jayden Grant’s fingers trembled.
After hitting her, he regretted it too.
But he knew clearly, he could never forgive Yvette Aston, and there was no going back.
...
"Look who it is! Today’s main character, Miss Yvette Aston!"
As soon as they entered the room, a group of rich kids started making fun of Yvette Aston.
"Jayden, you really managed to bring her here, well done." One of the rich kids laughed and approached, patting Jayden Grant on the shoulder. "Heard she’s available for play with money now, is that true?"
Jayden Grant gave the other a cold glance, his voice low. "Why don’t you ask her yourself?"