A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 97: Feeling Like Jasper Ford Was Insulting Her
Beanie spent the morning at Imperium Group, and for lunch, he went to the company cafeteria with Jasper Ford.
The injured little guy was in low spirits, his small hand tightly clutching Vivian Quincy’s sleeve. His tender, fair cheeks were a cute, rosy pink, and the large bandage wrapped around his forehead drew quite a bit of attention.
Jasper Ford rarely ate in the employee cafeteria, and nearly every visit caused a commotion. It was usually just the female colleagues squealing, though; the male employees remained quite composed.
Perhaps because Beanie was with them this time, everyone watched from a distance, whispering among themselves about the child’s relationship with Jasper Ford and wondering why Vivian Quincy was always with him.
Vivian Quincy felt completely out of place. Pursing her pretty, red lips, she entered the cafeteria and deliberately found a seat far away from Jasper Ford. Beanie obediently followed her.
Vivian Quincy got two trays of food, and the two of them—one big, one small—sat down together.
"Mr. Ford, here you are." Caden Chandler respectfully presented Jasper Ford with his deluxe meal.
The man raised an eyebrow, glancing at Beanie in the distance. ’He actually ran off with Vivian Quincy. Can’t the little rascal tell who treats him well?’
His expression darkening, Jasper Ford grabbed his lunch and strode over to Beanie.
All the employees in the company... craned their necks, consumed by curiosity.
Jasper Ford deftly pulled over a chair and sat down, the domineering action executed in one fluid movement.
A muscle in Vivian Quincy’s beautiful face twitched. Suddenly, the food in her bowl lost its appeal. She cautiously lifted her head and glanced around. All eyes were on her. "Mr. Ford," Vivian said, "there are plenty of empty seats over there. Isn’t this an inconvenient spot for you?"
"Since when do I need your permission on where to sit?" the man retorted.
Vivian Quincy quickly lowered her head and viciously stabbed at the food in her bowl.
Seeing Vivian Quincy eating with such focus, Beanie mirrored her, eating everything on his plate without being picky.
Jasper Ford noticed the little guy’s plate was mostly vegetables. His face cold, he snatched Beanie’s plate away and pushed his own deluxe meal in front of the boy. "Eat mine," he said in a low voice.
"Ford, is this okay?" Beanie asked, staring wistfully at his own plate.
Jasper Ford said, "Boys need to eat meat. What’s with all these vegetables? You’ll never grow tall."
"He likes vegetables," Vivian Quincy couldn’t help but pipe up.
Jasper Ford shot Vivian Quincy a cold glance. "So he won’t grow tall, just like you?" he asked icily.
Vivian Quincy’s lips twitched violently. ’How rude! We’re talking about eating meat, why bring up personal attacks! And I’m not even short!’
She clenched her fists, forcing herself to swallow her anger.
’Forget it. I’m not talking to this jerk. He’ll be the death of me sooner or later.’
Caught in the middle, Beanie looked pitifully at his plate and mumbled, "Ford, I don’t like your food."
"Shorty, don’t be like her. Eat more meat," Jasper Ford ordered.
Beanie felt coerced, and he didn’t enjoy the meal at all.
Vivian Quincy wasn’t happy either.
The big one and the little one were both miserable under Jasper Ford’s oppression.
Yet Jasper Ford seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. He clearly saw the impatience on both their faces but refused to leave.
After they finally finished lunch, Jasper Ford produced a mountain of snacks from nowhere and shoved them all into Beanie’s arms. Poor Beanie was effectively kidnapped by Jasper, confined to his office with delicious treats piled up around him. But Beanie’s heart was still with Vivian Quincy outside; he just wanted to go home with his mommy.
When it was time to leave work that evening, Beanie stuck close to Vivian Quincy’s side. He ignored Jasper Ford, even when he called out to him.
Jasper Ford grew angry. "You little rascal," he said, his face cold, "are you going home with her or with me?"
Beanie lifted his innocent little face and blinked. "Can I go home with her? Then I’ll go with her." His voice was decisive, without a hint of hesitation.
A deathly silence fell over Jasper Ford’s stern, cold face. Finally, he walked over and gave Beanie a hard slap on the bottom.
Vivian Quincy panicked. "How could you hit him?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
The man scooped Beanie up with one strong, powerful arm. "It’s not your place to interfere," he told Vivian Quincy. "Go get the car."
’Jasper Ford has really lost his mind,’ Vivian Quincy thought. ’This is my son. If anyone’s going to say that, it should be me! What is he doing, holding my son? If he wants a child so badly, he should have one himself!’
Seething with suppressed rage, Vivian Quincy could only watch as Jasper Ford carried her precious son away. She stormed after them, fantasizing about stabbing him with her car keys, but she didn’t have the courage.
His car wasn’t in the underground garage but parked right at the company’s main entrance. A multi-million dollar car, and Vivian Quincy had to not only drive it but also get out to open the door for Jasper Ford.
Suddenly, a large, powerfully built woman decked out in jewels strode up to them. "You’re Vivian Quincy?"
Called out by name, Vivian Quincy turned around in surprise, her beautiful eyes blinking. "And you are?"
Mrs. King said, "I hear you’re the mistress my husband keeps on the side. Just how much did he pay a young girl like you to sell your body and be with him?"
"You must have the wrong person," Vivian Quincy said, certain that she didn’t know this woman. Besides, she wasn’t anyone’s mistress. She assumed the woman was simply mistaken.
But Mrs. King sneered, "Still playing dumb? I know all about you sleeping with my husband six years ago. I even asked him, and he admitted it. I’m here to let you name your price. How much money will it take for you to leave him?"
’Six years ago?’
Vivian Quincy suddenly remembered the man from that night. The color drained from her delicate face. She clenched her fists and asked in a trembling voice, "Who is your husband?"
At that question, Jasper Ford, who was standing beside her, felt his expression darken.
The atmosphere turned glacial in an instant.
Mrs. King said, "You know perfectly well who you’re a mistress to."
"I don’t know," Vivian Quincy replied, her tone exceptionally serious. "What did you just say about six years ago?"
"Stop pretending. My husband is Jeremy King. You two were together six years ago. I let you go back then because you were young, but I never expected you to get so bold. I’m making it clear right now: you won’t get a single cent of the King family’s fortune!" As she spoke, Mrs. King’s expression turned vicious. "I’m giving you three days to get out of Crestfall. Otherwise, I will make you regret the day you were born."
Jasper Ford suddenly laughed, his crisp voice surprisingly pleasant.
Only then did Mrs. King notice Jasper Ford. She gave a polite nod. "Mr. Ford, your assistant and I have a bit of a dispute. She has no morals. She seduced my husband, and I simply cannot tolerate it."
"And?" the man asked softly.
Mrs. King said, "So, I want her out of my sight. I know she works for you, Mr. Ford. As long as you agree to get rid of her, I can offer you some compensation."
"Compensation?" Jasper Ford’s smile widened, a sharp curve playing on his thin lips. "Who the hell do you think you are, to come here and act so brazenly in my presence?"
Mrs. King’s face stiffened. She swallowed hard. "This woman is a mistress. Surely you’re not going to tolerate her, Mr. Ford?"
"I don’t care if she’s a mistress. Anyone who works for me, Jasper Ford, is not for others to pass judgment on." The man paused, then continued, "However, it would be quite easy for me to make *you* get out of Crestfall."
Mrs. King staggered back a step, her face pale with fright from Jasper Ford’s words. She clenched her fists, unconvinced and resentful. "Mr. Ford, she is my husband’s mistress!"
"She is my assistant now. Forget a person—even if she were a dog, she’s my dog, and you have no right to touch her." The man shoved Mrs. King aside, his presence overwhelmingly powerful.
Vivian Quincy was stunned as she watched from the side. ’The great Mr. Ford is actually standing up for me. How touching... Wait, what did he mean by "even if she were a dog"? Why do I feel like he was just insulting me?’
