The Real and Fake Husband

I was stunned, and the mothers watching behind me burst into laughter.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered that in order to take care of the villa, I hired a housekeeper and lived here all year round.

She was Margaret Turner. She had been working here for three years. I often gave her extra salary every holiday.

Last year at this time, I even had a face-to-face meeting with her and she was able to testify on my behalf.

Thinking of this, I immediately rang the doorbell.

Soon, Margaret opened the door and came out.

She was surprised to see me.

"Ms. Palmer, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

My eyes lit up, I grabbed her hand and said, "Margaret, please explain to these people what kind of relationship I have with Daniele."

Margaret glanced at Bianca in a somewhat evasive manner, immediately pulled her hand away, and stuttered.

"Ms. Palmer, it's fine that you and Mr. Lautner come to the villa for private meetings every time, but why are you embarrassing me in front of his real wife now?"

"If you ask me, we women should have some backbone, otherwise our children will be stabbed in the back in the future," she said.

"I advise you to turn back from your wrong path as soon as possible and stop doing such shameful things."

Listening to her words, I was completely stunned.

It seemed that every time my husband and I came here for vacation, the servants thought I was a mistress?

Biance stood nearby, almost unable to suppress the smile on her face.

She patted Margaret's shoulder with a relieved expression on her face.

"Since you tell the truth, your salary will be doubled from now on!"

Margaret was delighted.

"Thank you, Ms. Lautner! I will definitely fulfill my duties and do my job well."

I was about to say something else when I suddenly heard my daughter crying.

When I looked back, I saw Miguel grabbing Daphne's neck and pushing her face into the mud on the beach.

I was shocked and rushed forward to rescue my daughter.

But I was kicked from behind by Bianca and fell to the ground.

Seeing my daughter being bullied, several mothers not only did not rescue her, but also gave a thumbs up to Miguel.

"Miguel is so domineering, worthy of being the successor of the Lautner Family. At such a young age, he knows how to help his mommy teach that little bitch a lesson."

I did not care about the dirt on my body, I rushed over, picked up my daughter, and wiped the mud off her face.

My daughter was crying so hard that she was out of breath.

"I just don't want My Little Pony to get dirty, but Miguel insisted on letting me eat sand ...."

Hearing this, the boy raised his head.

"Who let you meddle in other people's affairs? It's my own kayak, I can play with it however I like!"

Bianca looked proud and added. "My son is right. We won't give our things to that little bitch even if they are broken!"

"If I find it again next time, it won't be as simple as eating sand!"

Daphne sobbed and said, "Mom, I didn't ...."

I was trembling with anger.

"Ms. Reitman, is this how you educate your son? He bullied his classmates, and not only did you not do anything, you even supported him!"

Bianca looked indifferent.

"What's the big deal? My husband is the CEO of the Lautner Group. Even if my son killed your daughter, the most he would have to pay is some money. There's nothing to be surprised about."

Several mothers followed suit.

I looked at them and could not help but sneer in my heart.

Did having money and power mean disregarding human life?

If Daniele did not give me an explanation for this matter, then I did not want to be his wife anymore!

At this moment, my daughter suddenly had an asthma attack because she was too excited.

The small backpack that could hold medicine had been thrown into the sea by Miguel and could no longer be used.

I was extremely anxious and wanted to call for help, but my phone was out of battery and the people around me just stood by and watched the fun.

Seeing my daughter's breathing becoming more and more rapid, I picked her up and rushed outside.

At this moment, a luxury car suddenly stopped in front of the villa.

A familiar figure wearing a high-end suit slowly got off the car.