After Having a Dream, I Became Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child-Chapter 281 - 274

Mrs. Parker stood at the center of the crowd, and as soon as she spoke, the surrounding society ladies halted their conversations, revealing expressions of curiosity, their gazes uniformly fixed on Emily and her husband.

Emily was holding Carlos’s hand, standing not far away.

Father Parker stood to the side, his expression stern. When he saw the couple, his face slightly darkened, revealing a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

After the previous incident at the Sterling Research Institute, the father-daughter relationship had completely fractured, making this encounter even more awkward.

Emily did not want to have another confrontation in such a public setting, nor did she want others to see the discord between her and the Parker Family, so she clung tightly to Carlos’s hand and moved inside.

However, Mrs. Parker seemed unwilling to let them off.

She had never been one for reading the room, only remembering how she was humiliated by Carlos at Cloud Lake Villa last time and had watched Emily secretly marry him, her heart filled with resentment.

She raised her voice again, her tone somewhat sharp, "Oh, flying up the social ladder, and now you don’t even recognize your parents, what a waste raising you all those years."

Her voice echoed in the hall, attracting more glances.

The surrounding society ladies were initially just curious, but after hearing Mrs. Parker’s words, they gradually started to realize what was happening.

Their gazes shifted back and forth between Emily and Carlos. Although Emily was attractive, she looked unfamiliar and wasn’t from any prominent family.

Carlos, on the other hand, was different. A few ladies who had previously tried to set up blind dates for Carlos immediately recognized him.

One of the ladies looked in astonishment at Emily beside Carlos and muttered,

"Isn’t this Junior President Carter from the Carter Clan?"

There was a hint of surprise in her voice, clearly not expecting to see Carlos in this setting.

Another lady snorted, her tone carrying some discontent,

"Junior President Carter, haven’t you heard he was kicked out of the board?"

Her daughter had once been set up with Carlos, but it never materialized, and seeing Carlos with a new wife now surely left her feeling uneasy.

Upon hearing this, the other ladies once again fixed their gazes on Emily, their eyes showing a hint of scrutiny.

Emily slightly frowned, at which point Carlos gently squeezed her hand. She looked up and met Carlos’s deep gaze.

Carlos slightly furrowed his brow, his gaze sweeping over Mrs. Parker, "Emily, do you know this person?"

Emily calmly replied, "I don’t know her."

Her voice was light yet carried an undeniable firmness.

She had long severed ties with the Parker Family.

Hearing this, Mrs. Parker immediately flew into a rage, already full of resentment, and now even more so, like a powder keg ignited.

She glared at Emily, her eyes filled with anger,

"Emily, do you really think you’ve married into a wealthy family and can now soar to great heights?

Were it not for your dad having you take your sister’s place on a blind date with Carlos, could you have hooked up with Carlos?"

Her voice was sharp and piercing, each word like a barbed arrow aimed straight at Emily.

In Mrs. Parker’s view, Emily and her mom were nothing but outright "mistresses."

As soon as she said this, the room’s atmosphere instantly turned tense, like a drop of water sizzling in hot oil, quickly causing an uproar.

More eyes fell on Emily, those gazes bearing a hint of schadenfreude, as if waiting to watch a drama unfold.

"So it turns out this Young Madam Carter actually snatched her own sister’s engagement?"

One lady spoke first, her tone marked with surprise but her glance laced with schadenfreude.

Another lady whispered,

"No wonder she looks the way she does, completely like a vixen."

Her words carried jealousy, her eyes a hint of disdain.

Emily’s beauty hadn’t gone unnoticed by those present, and now that she had married into wealth, she naturally attracted others’ envy.

One more lady shook her head and sighed, her tone edged with sarcasm,

"Married into wealth and doesn’t even acknowledge her own parents, truly heartless."

As soon as she finished speaking, a chorus of agreeing whispers arose around them.

These discussions ebbed and flowed, carrying either jealousy or sarcasm, each wordlike a sharp arrow aimed directly at Emily.

Carlos’s face had darkened by now, about to react, but was interrupted by Emily’s action.

Emily let go of his hand, determination shining in her eyes, and she slowly walked up to Mrs. Parker, her gaze as sharp as a knife fixed on her.

Mrs. Parker was taken aback by her presence, instinctively stepping back, but Emily didn’t hesitate to raise her hand, and with a crisp, loud "smack," she slapped Mrs. Parker hard.

Mrs. Parker’s scream instantly broke the hall’s silence, her thick foundation cracking and falling off to reveal a face of shock and anger beneath it.

"Emily, how dare you hit your mother!"

Father Parker’s face turned ashen, trembling with anger, stepping forward to stop Emily.

However, Carlos moved faster, his form a blur as he twisted Father Parker’s arms behind him effortlessly, holding him firmly in place.

Carlos’s expression was grim, his eyes exuding an undeniable authority as he spoke lowly,

"Father Parker, are you thinking of going back to the hospital so soon?"

Father Parker was startled and immediately fell silent.

Emily’s gaze never left Mrs. Parker; her eyes were cold as frost, her voice carrying a hint of chill,

"What kind of mother is she to me?

This slap is for the one she gave me on my first day at the Parker Family."

Her words clearly landed in everyone’s ears, causing the surrounding high-society ladies to gasp.

Emily continued,

"I have no blood ties with her, and I haven’t spent a penny from her.

Even you, Henry, are merely my biological father, but since childhood I’ve lived off the inheritance my mom left behind."

Her voice wasn’t loud, yet each word was like a heavy hammer hitting Father Parker’s heart.

Father Parker’s expression subtly changed; he didn’t expect Emily to be so knowledgeable about her mother’s inheritance.

He originally thought Emily, just a teenager back then, understood nothing, but now it seems she has long been aware of everything.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, fearing Emily might spill secrets that shouldn’t be revealed.

Emily’s gaze slightly chilled, seemingly seeing through Father Parker’s worries, her lips curving into a cold smile,

"Do you think I don’t know how much you benefited from my mother’s inheritance?

Those manipulations over the years, you think I really don’t know?"

Her words hit Father Parker’s vulnerable spot directly.

Father Parker’s face turned exceedingly unpleasant, he instinctively wanted to rebut but didn’t know where to start.

The surrounding high-society ladies whispered among themselves, their eyes showing a hint of gossip.

Emily’s gaze swept over everyone, a trace of disdain in her expression,

"If you dare to speak ill of me or make me unhappy again, I will make your whole family suffer."

After speaking, she walked to Carlos and re-linked arms with him.

The figures of Emily and Carlos gradually disappeared at the end of the hall, their steps firm and composed, seemingly unaffected by the surrounding clamor.

Watching the couple leave with indifference, Mrs. Parker couldn’t hold back anymore. Covering her face, she ran to Father Parker’s side, her voice tinged with sobs,

"Henry, you’re just watching that little bitch hit me..."

At this moment, Mrs. Parker’s tears and makeup were a mess, what once was a delicate face now appeared terribly unsightly.

Father Parker looked at her in this state, feeling as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly, his heart full of rage.

He was already dissatisfied with Mrs. Parker’s impulsive actions, and now he had reached the limit of tolerance, glaring at her with anger in his tone,

"Shut up! Didn’t I tell you before going out not to provoke her? Aren’t you embarrassing me and Little Sophie!"

Father Parker’s face was livid, his voice echoed in the hall, sounding exceptionally harsh.

Today was supposed to be a day of immense importance for him, not only the day of his official promotion, but he planned to announce publicly the good news of Sophie entering a key department.

This was meant to be a moment of family glory, yet, all of it was ruined by Mrs. Parker’s impulsive actions.

The surrounding high-society ladies and colleagues had long been attracted by this spectacle, their eyes showing a bit of schadenfreude and even some mockery.

Those who were already somewhat speaking against Father Parker’s promotion now openly displayed contemptuous smiles.

Father Parker’s mouth twitched slightly, his heart full of shame and fury, wishing he could find a hole to hide in and forget it all.

Mrs. Parker, after being scolded by Father Parker, cried even more fiercely. She choked and said,

"I... I just wanted to teach that little bitch a lesson; she really dares not to acknowledge you."

Before she could finish, Father Parker interrupted her,

"Enough! Do you know how many people are watching your scene? Today’s supposed to be a good day for my promotion, and you dared to create such a mess!"

His voice carried a bit of tremor, clearly pushed to his limit.

Mrs. Parker, realizing the gravity of her mistake after Father Parker’s scold, lowered her head, not daring to speak further, merely wiping away her tears silently.

Father Parker stood in place, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.

Not far away, a pair of probing eyes were looking in their direction.

"Was that Carlos and his wife just now?"

A few guards stood beside the speaker, and upon hearing, respectfully answered.

"Young Master by Relation, comparing the names on the invitation list, that must be them.

It’s said that this Carlos youngster is a scoundrel, and as for his wife, she is the Eldest Daughter of the Parker Family."

"Eldest Daughter? So she’s Sophie’s sister? How come Henry and Sophie never mentioned her?"

The other person’s eyes slightly darkened, and in the gaze toward Emily’s departing figure, there seemed to be more deliberation.

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