The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show-Chapter 239: Whoever Is Eager Can Give Birth
"Jenna, what happened?" a startled voice cried out.
Jenna Shaw quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and apologized, "I’m sorry, it’s my fault for not watching where I was going. I accidentally bumped into you..."
She looked up to find it was Walter Ford’s friend, Clay Yates. She fought to hold back her tears, unwilling to lose face in front of someone else. "Oh, it’s you. My fault, I wasn’t paying attention."
Clay Yates was very tall, over six-foot-one. He had a clean buzz cut and sharp, handsome features. "Jenna, why are you crying? Did someone bully you? I’ll go tell Walter Vance."
"There’s no need," Jenna Shaw said coldly.
She had just been hurt by Walter Ford, and by extension, she felt a flash of irritation just seeing Clay Yates.
"Go find Walter Ford. I’m leaving now."
With that, she turned and left.
Clay Yates stood where he was, watching Jenna Shaw’s retreating back, feeling at a loss. He saw her limping in what looked like uncomfortable high heels. After a few seconds, she angrily ripped off her shoes and started walking barefoot, her spine held ramrod straight.
"Jenna..."
Clay Yates entered Walter Ford’s office and was immediately hit by the acrid smell of smoke. Covering his nose and mouth, he snapped, "Walter Ford, are you smoking in the office again?"
Walter Ford turned around. "This is my office. I can do whatever I want."
Clay Yates’s expression turned cold. "Did you make Jenna angry again?"
Walter Ford, in the middle of stubbing out his cigarette, paused. "What, did she go crying to you guys?"
"Her eyes were so red, it was hard not to notice. Jenna’s such a great girl, why can’t you just appreciate her? Crystal Bishop has never done a single thing for you, so how can you be so completely infatuated with her?"
Walter Ford scoffed. "I’m not discussing this with you. You’re just a clueless blockhead when it comes to love."
"Treating Jenna like this... aren’t you afraid she’ll leave you? Like she did today."
Walter Ford exhaled a sharp plume of smoke and said adamantly, "Impossible. There’s no way Jenna Shaw would leave me."
"What if someone else steals her away?"
"Steal her away?" Walter Ford paused, then laughed. "Are you kidding? You really think Jenna Shaw has that many suitors? She wouldn’t give the time of day to those losers and gold diggers."
"Alright. You said it." A flicker of light passed through Clay Yates’s eyes, as if he had just made a firm decision.
"What are you rambling about? Come on, have a drink with me. If you don’t want to, then get lost."
*
"Oh, Jane, you are so lucky! Look, your daughter-in-law made the papers! ’Upright and brave,’ it says. Even the Daily officially praised her!"
"That’s right, her stock is going to skyrocket now!"
"Jane’s got it made from now on. Her son is so successful, and her daughter-in-law is so kind-hearted!"
...
Jane Chandler set down her teacup. She felt as if she and the other ladies were in completely different worlds; otherwise, how could she not understand a single thing they were saying?
"What are you all talking about? I don’t understand."
"Oh, look here." One of the ladies pulled up a recent news article on her phone. "Isn’t this your daughter-in-law’s name? Naomi Kenway."
Jane Chandler gave it a casual glance, then abruptly snatched the phone. She scrutinized the photo, confirming that it wasn’t just someone with the same name—it was Naomi Kenway herself.
"It really is Naomi Kenway..."
A lady beside her laughed. "Look at our Jane, she’s stunned with happiness! It makes sense. If my daughter-in-law finally made a name for herself like this, I’d be overjoyed too!"
Another lady chimed in, "This is show business, though. There’s a lot of smoke and mirrors. To be blunt, who’s to say this isn’t just a publicity stunt?"
The other ladies immediately disagreed. "I doubt it. Plenty of celebrities try to manufacture an image, but have you ever seen one get an official nod from the Daily? In my opinion, this seems pretty real."
The ladies discussed the matter for a while longer.
Jane Chandler grew pensive, staring at the news report in her hand, lost in thought.
*
Naomi Kenway had just finished filming a scene when a crew member came to get her. He said a lady who claimed to be family was waiting for her—a very elegant, wealthy-looking woman who looked quite young for her age.
Naomi Kenway followed the crew member. As she got closer to her trailer, she saw Jane Chandler sitting inside. A small fan was blowing beside her, but she was still dabbing at her sweat with a handkerchief.
"There are so many people at this place. It’s impossible to find a private spot to talk." Her voice was laced with disapproval.
Naomi Kenway stepped into the trailer. "What are you doing here?"
Jane Chandler’s lips curved into a smile. It was the first time Naomi Kenway had ever seen her do so. The smile on her well-preserved face was beautiful, but it held no warmth.
"I see you’ve gained quite a few fans lately. I’m truly happy for you. Perhaps my previous opinions were too narrow-minded. For that, I must apologize."
This was all happening too suddenly. Naomi Kenway wasn’t pleased; in fact, she felt as if she’d just walked into a trap. ’Still, this is my turf. There’s nothing Jane Chandler can do to me here.’
"If you have something to say, say it. I don’t like beating around the bush." Naomi Kenway couldn’t be bothered with polite pretenses anymore. ’I finally get it,’ she thought. ’No matter how respectful I am, Jane Chandler will always look down on me.’
Jane Chandler faltered for a moment. "Your relationship with Ian is getting better and better, and I’m truly happy for you both. I’m not some villain who delights in seeing others suffer. If there were any other way, I naturally wouldn’t want my son to get a divorce. After all, the stigma of being on his second marriage isn’t pleasant, even if it doesn’t really affect him."
"What are you getting at?" Naomi Kenway’s brows furrowed, her patience worn thin. "I have several more scenes to film. If there’s nothing important, you should leave. Don’t disturb me while I’m resting in my trailer."
Jane Chandler paused, then said as if talking to herself, "Ian is already four. You two can start thinking about trying for another baby. I am so looking forward to a new life joining the Shaw family."
"Then whoever is so looking forward to it can be the one to give birth," Naomi Kenway snapped. "Having Ian is enough for me. Besides, Ethan Shaw and I don’t have the energy to raise another child."
"What energy does it require? Our family has so many maids and private tutors. Are you saying we can’t properly raise one child?"
"And just being ’properly raised’ is enough?"
Jane Chandler’s expression clearly said, ’Well, what else is there?’
"That’s just treating a child like a tool for learning—a tool to inherit the Shaw family’s assets." Naomi Kenway shook her head and gave a humorless laugh. "You’re truly terrifying."
"Enough, Naomi Kenway. To put it bluntly, the Shaw family’s enterprise is vast and needs an heir. As for Ian... frankly, I don’t have high hopes for him. Innate intelligence really does affect one’s ability to learn later on. Since you married into the Shaw family, you have to take these things into account."
"’Must’ have an heir?" Naomi Kenway sneered. "Why? Would the world stop spinning without the Shaw family?"
