Chapter 86 He's the Biological Father of My Child
Chapter 86 He's the Biological Father of My Child
Some things can indeed be said.
But it depends on the time to say it, otherwise it's a mess.
Zoe took a deep breath, and a faint chill flashed across her eyes.
"There are some things I think it's better to say straight out, don't you think, Ms. Chambers?"
Crane didn't turn around, for he had long guessed Flora's arrival.
After all, Zoe just had such a loud voice.
In addition to that there was another group of people, namely Nadia and Megan, and other teachers.
"Ms. Grant, you're going too far."
The corners of Crane's mouth curled up with a cold intent.
Flora's face was very unpleasant at the moment, but she still came forward and said, "Crane, you
should cut the crap."
She then apologized towards Zoe, "Ms. Grant, I'm sorry, Crane, my husband has a rather hot temper,
please forgive him."
She bowed and apologized.
Crane revealed a look of intolerance, and got to hold Flora, and did not say anything else.
It wasn't that he didn't want to say it, but he understood the current situation, if he said more, he would
make it harder for Flora, especially Nadia and Megan were around, so he didn't want to cause a bad
impact on his daughters.
Zoe, however, did not accept Flora's apology and slapped the table, saying, "Ms. Chambers, you
should know how strict our school is."
"Yes, I know."
"It's not just the quality of the students we're asking for, the quality of the parents that must be high."
"Mr. Smith next to you, however, has lied under three consecutive questions from me."
"What kind of children do you think can be taught with that kind of character?"
She then nearly brought the topic to Flora.
But Flora had heard the interview conversation and clenched his fist, but soon she loosen her fists.
"Ms. Grant, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll go back and teach them a lesson."
"What is going on? Tell me about it."
Just then, several people walked over, and once they saw Flora, they were smiling.
"Isn't this Flora? You came here too. You wouldn't want to send your children here, would you?"
The one who spoke was a woman, about the same age as Flora, dressed up. Looking at her, the
corner of Crane's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Flora's face changed slightly when she saw this woman, but she still said politely, "Penny, it's been a
long time."
"Oh, I don't want to see you, how dare a slut have the nerve to come here?"
Penny couldn't stop sneering and looked at Flora with a condescending look.
Flora's face grew worse and worse.
With her children and their future teachers around, she was mortified by being mocked.
Crane couldn't stand still.
"It's none of your business, instead, it's you who can't hide that stench despite all the perfume you are
wearing. I wonder how many times you've actually done that dirty thing and how many men you have."
Crane had never been kind to those who came to provoke him.
Especially his wife was provoked, he would be rude.
Fittingly, everyone's face changed at that.
And Penny’s face was extraordinarily white, and she glanced at the middle-aged man next to her, only
to find that he was actually staring lustfully at Flora, and the anger in her heart immediately rubbed off
on her.
"Ryan, your wife is being scolded and you still stare at other women?!"
It was at this point that the man named Ryan reacted.
He averted his gaze reluctantly and landed on Crane.
"What are you?"
He was jealous because just now this man actually called Flora his wife?!
Although he had never met Flora, he had heard of the name of this first beauty of Stone City, and even
more so, he had been thinking of banging her once, but now she was actually so close to another man.
Crane naturally saw that this man belonged to a typical lecherous man, especially when he saw this
man staring at his wife. He was in a bad mood and blocked Flora behind him and said leisurely, "My
name is Crane Smith."
"Oh, Mr. Smith, where do you work?"
When he asked this, he was trying to probe Crane's information.
"The Saunders Group."
Crane said casually.
Ryan thought about it and confirmed that he hadn't heard of any management with the surname Smith
in the Saunders Group, so he did not care about it.
"Mr. Smith, you scolded my wife, this quality should not be enough to educate the next generation. I
advise you to apologize, otherwise you will lose face in front of Ms. Chambers and your children."
"Ms. Chambers, I don't think Mr. Smith's virtue is good. Even if you want to find a stepfather for the
children , you have to find one with good character."
Ryan said.
Same high and mighty posture as that Penny.
And even more so, he called Flora Ms. Chambers, not your wife, obviously thinking that Crane was not
worthy of Flora.
"Even if Flora is a woman who can sleep with any men, not any employee can afford to bang her, I
must take Flora."
A dark thought crossed his mind.
Unbeknownst to him, every little thought he had was in Crane's eyes.
"Trying to get close to my wife, drop death."
He was about to open his mouth, but Flora spoke first.
"I'm sorry, but this impolite Mr. Smith you speak of is my husband, the biological father of my children."
Her tone seemed extraordinarily stern, and even Crane was stunned, and the others were even more
surprised.
This was, for the first time, Flora had announced Crane's identity outside, especially in front of these
outsiders.
Nadia and Megan ran over, hugging Crane and muttering as they looked at the others, "Hmph, don't
bully my daddy or I'll beat you!" This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
They were very cute, Zoe felt her heart melted.
But what concerns Zoe more is that Crane is really Nadia and Megan's biological father?
Wouldn't that mean that Crane was the mental patient who had forcibly had sex with Flora back then?
"That means that in at least on this issue, Crane is not lying."
On this point, Zoe felt faintly sorry, but soon gave up this mind, after all, on the last two questions
Crane told a big lie.
Ryan wanted to reprimand the two children, but was given a glare.
It's Crane.
It was at that very moment as if he was seeing death.