Chapter 1345: Chapter 1340: A Pitiful and Tragic Orphan for Life
A week later, the Hargrave Family’s villa welcomed a buyer.
Seeing the strange man walking into the house, Josephine Hawthorne stood up in panic, "You are..."
"Hello, we are from the agency. There’s a buyer wanting to view the house."
"Oh, oh, okay, okay," despite her full unwillingness, Josephine had no choice but to let them in.
After two men in work uniforms turned around and said, "Sir, please come in."
Josephine was curious about the kind of buyer interested in their villa and came to view so quickly. When Nicholas Croft’s tall figure walked in, Josephine couldn’t help but widen her eyes, "Nicholas?"
After the surprise came joy. Seeing that Nicholas was the buyer, Josephine rushed over to him and grabbed his arm to complain, "Nicholas, you finally came, hurry and rescue Hannah, you are husband and wife,
you can’t just sit back and watch!"
Nicholas’s handsome face showed no emotional changes. He lowered his gaze slightly and glanced at Josephine’s hand gripping his arm, then turned his head slightly and said indifferently, "Come in."
"Is there... someone else?" Josephine stopped complaining and curiously looked behind Nicholas.
A woman with an elegant figure walked in, dressed in a limited edition dress, holding a limited edition bag, her long hair naturally draped over her shoulders, her face as flawless as a retouched photo.
"Nicholas, who is she..."
Nicholas reached his hand out and brought Sophie Foster to stand by his side, a slight curve at the corner of his lips, looking closely, it was taunting.
"What? Madam doesn’t recognize her?"
Josephine instinctively shook her head, her brows almost knitted together, realizing that this woman was the "Goddaughter" mentioned by her daughter Hannah, Josephine’s face immediately fell, righteously accusing.
"Nicholas, Hannah is being falsely accused, yet you parade around with your mistress, is this appropriate?"
Nicholas chuckled lightly, his black eyes hinting a trace of mockery as he brushed his finger against Sophie’s cheek, lightly caressing, unconcerned, "What’s inappropriate? I’m planning to hold a press conference to clear her name."
"You!" Josephine was so angry she couldn’t speak, her finger pointed at Nicholas trembling noticeably, gnashing her teeth in accusation.
"Nicholas Croft! Aren’t you afraid of being drowned by the saliva of netizens for doing this?"
"Drowned? If online comments could really drown people, wouldn’t you and Hannah have drowned long ago?" Nicholas retorted with a half-smile, not waiting for Josephine to rebut before continuing nonchalantly, "The truth is, you haven’t. You both share a lover, happily, and I’m just clearing my lawful wife’s name, what’s wrong with that?"
Josephine...
Stepped back trembling, glaring at Nicholas, while the two agency staff stood respectfully by.
"Nicholas! Hannah is your lawful wife! Your marriage is protected by law!"
Josephine’s hysterical shout was met with another light laugh from Nicholas, his eyebrows raised in a question, "Really? If the law protects women who publicly disgrace their husbands, wouldn’t this society be in chaos?"
In Josephine’s angry glare, Nicholas turned to Sophie, "Lara, how do you find the residence?"
Sophie freed herself from Nicholas’s long arm, strolling through the hall in her high heels, a mocking smile at her lips that made Josephine’s heart shudder.
Raising her hand, pointing at Sophie, her entire arm visibly trembling, "You, what did you just call her?"
"Lara, what’s the matter? You don’t recognize her?" Nicholas casually replied, hearing the word again from Nicholas’s mouth, Josephine instinctively stepped back, right before collapsing into a nearby armchair, nervously asking.
"Is she Sophie Foster?"
"Madam, you are smart, much smarter than your daughter, just a look to recognize my Lara." Nicholas smiled, gloomy, and then spread his arms, "Lara, come over and greet your stepmother."
Sophie turned and walked back to stand beside Nicholas, her chin slightly raised, looking down at Josephine.
Regardless of how one changes their appearance, the eyes remain unchanged. At this moment, Josephine clearly saw the hint of disdain and contempt in Sophie’s eyes, a look she was once very familiar with, the look Sophie had every time they confronted.
"No, I am not her stepmother, I am not her stepmother." Josephine refused to admit, shaking her head, "She is not Grayson’s daughter, not..."
"Madam! Whether you admit it or not, she is the Hargrave Family’s daughter!" Nicholas raised his voice to interrupt Josephine’s self-talk, unwilling to let Sophie fall into another entanglement.
"She’s not!" Josephine raised her voice in rebuttal, her eyes widened, her hands gripping the armrest, forehead veins bulging, "She’s not Grayson’s daughter, she’s just a wild child I brought back from the hospital!"
"Uncle, what’s going on?"
Sophie suddenly turned to Nicholas, her eyebrows knitted, the mocking emotion on her face gone.
Nicholas licked his lips, comforting, "Don’t listen to her nonsense, someone about to lose everything must have gone crazy, her words are unreliable."
"Nicholas Croft! You lie!" Josephine sprang up from the couch, fierce-eyed towards Nicholas, "She is not a descendant of the Hargrave Family. The illegitimate child Grayson had outside was a boy, and I swapped him!"
At this, Josephine suddenly tilted her head back and laughed maniacally, pointing at Sophie, saying after a fit of laughter, "Sophie Foster, you are just a child without known parents, back then...I don’t even know what that couple was named...Hence, you have no chances of finding your real parents...Ha ha...your whole life you are an orphan, a pitiful pathetic orphan...Ha ha..." Josephine laughed like a madwoman.
"Uncle, is it true?" Sophie clutched Nicholas’s chest, tears welling in her eyes.
"Don’t listen to her nonsense." Nicholas tightly wrapped one arm around Sophie’s waist, his other holding her cold hand on his chest, his black eyes chillingly staring at the deranged Josephine, like two sharp arrows, his handsome face also grievously gloomy.
