Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Mrs. Cecelia glared at Ilya with a pair of eyeballs, wanting to drink each other’s blood and eat each other’s flesh.

When Ilya felt this resentful gaze, she didn’t hide or dodge, but instead met it without looking away.

She told herself over and over again that she couldn’t shy away from the stage, and she couldn’t let Francesca Jones face all this alone.

Looking at this kind of Ilya who is not afraid, Bamut Jones is a little bit interested. Originally thought that she was just a delicate young lady, but never thought that she could also have such a resolute and decisive side.

“Ilya, how can you convince us to let you and Francesca Jones be together? Is it because of the baby in your belly? You do realize that there are many women in this world who would give birth to a child for us, the Jones family.” Bamut Jones spoke bluntly, not wanting to beat around the bush.

He also knew why these two men were here, which was why he asked.

For someone like him, who had seen so much of life, whether or not two people were in love didn’t determine the future course of those two people.

For him, it was more important whether the two people fit together or not. Whether it’s attitude and values or family background, these are all essential.

As the father of the child, he still has to check them all.

Faced with such questioning, Ilya’s thinking became clearer and clearer, searching his mind for a quick response.

“I know that there is one thing that you and my father coincide on. With marriage, your first priority is not whether or not we both love each other; you look first at the benefits involved.”

Bamut Jones appreciated this and did not show the least bit of displeasure at the blunt statement, instead nodding.

“But I still think that marriages built through profit don’t last long much less happily. Money is a good thing many times, it can satisfy people’s endless desires. But money can’t buy sincerity much less true love.”

“As the father of a child, you must also understand this. I wasn’t sure I could convince you before I came here, but I’d like to plead with you to give Francesca Jones and I a chance.”

Ilya spoke with sincerity, not faking a thing in her words.

Bamut Jones was indeed a little shaken by Ilya’s words.

As he got older, his heart, which had been polished and invulnerable in the shopping mall, had slowly softened, and it was hard to harden his heart again.

It was Mrs. Cecelia who saw that Bamut Jones was shaken, and immediately took over the topic, “Do you think that if you say a few nice words, we will fall for it and give you our son? I’m telling you don’t even think about it, don’t even think about someone who doesn’t belong to you.”

“Mom, how can you say that.” Francesca Jones immediately spoke up in defense of Ilya.

On one side was his mom, and on the other side was his wife, so it was really hard for him.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why can’t I say that, you don’t have a say here.” Mrs. Cecelia was also very imposing when she lectured her son.

“Auntie, I know that your preconceived notions about me can never be removed overnight. But I love Francesca Jones with all my heart, and I don’t desire anything from him. All I want is to be with him. I hope you will give us a chance together.” Ilya was acting extremely low.

For Francesca Jones, all this was nothing.

Mrs. Cecelia snorted, “I’ve heard too many nice words, in short, I just want you to stay away from my son. If you truly love my son you should stay away from him for his own good.”

“Not one good thing has happened to him since he ran into you.”

What the other man was referring to, and Ilya already knew it, was the car accident that left Francesca Jones with a badly injured and almost crippled right leg.

She couldn’t help but fall silent, and her whole body also looked listless.

This matter, always is her heart has been to Francesca Jones guilt place, if not she left at the wedding, Francesca Jones will not have to suffer such an undeserved disaster.

Francesca Jones looked at her like this, heart is not good.

To him, his right leg was nothing, and Ilya was much more important than just a right leg.

“Mom, I’ve never regretted or complained about Ilya. she’s the one I chose, and I want you to support me.”

In the face of her son’s obsession, Mrs. Cecelia really complained about his lack of fight, the forest is so big why should she hang herself on a tree.

Shaking her head deeply, she did not want to say another word.

As for Bamut Jones and Mrs. Cecelia is completely opposite attitude, for Ilya he does not have much prejudice, and this meeting he also more in-depth understanding of this little girl, is not one of those uninitiated boudoir lady.

This point of discovery makes him very pleased, if this is the case, in the future Ilya can at least help a little Francesca Jones.

When the time came for the Jones Group to be handed over to Francesca Jones, he would be able to rest a little more at ease.

“You guys can go.” Thus, he gave an expulsion order without making a statement.

“What?!” Mrs. Cecelia was the first to say no, “They can go? What does this mean, Ilya can go but how can our son go. Are you confused old man?”

Bamut Jones calmly returned, “Don’t you realize that the two of them are simply inseparable right now? You won’t do a bit of good by forcibly separating them.”

Mrs. Cecelia looked indignant, with extreme reluctance.

Her son had been abroad for a month and a half, and she inevitably missed him. It was not easy to see her like this, but her son still had to be dominated by Ilya, so her heart was not to mention how unhappy she was.

“Mom and Dad, we’ll come back to see you whenever you miss us.” With those words Francesca Jones pulled Ilya away to say goodbye and walk towards the other storm the two of them were going to face next.

The only difference was that they were more or less relaxed when facing Bamut Jones and Mrs. Cecelia.

When they were about to face Watson, they were on their toes and had a bunch of bodyguards with them, lest they be held there against their will by Watson and Moren Howard.

After ringing the doorbell, they were invited inside.

Watson and Moren Howard and Elena Lawrence were all seated at the hall, each with a different look on their faces.

“Sheridan’s back? What do you all mean by coming back together? Is it to join together to demonstrate to me?” Watson was the first to speak up.

“Dad, we’re just trying to get everything out in the open and be honest, it doesn’t mean what you understand it to mean.” It would be impossible for Ilya to say she wasn’t sad to see her father misunderstand her so.

But there was no way she was going to give up on Francesca Jones, not in any way.

“Speak clearly? What’s there to talk about? You are my daughter you have to listen to me, leaving Francesca Jones is the only right choice for you.”

“Dad, don’t be so arbitrary, okay. This is no longer the time for parents to arrange their children’s marital affairs, I have my own thoughts I have my own feelings. I’m your daughter at the same time I’m an independent and free individual.”

Ilya felt more and more that her father was stubborn, as if he was so strange that she couldn’t see him as he originally was.

The original father would never have been so cruel to her, having to force her to make a choice.

“As long as you remain my daughter, I will never allow you to have anything to do with Francesca Jones.” Watson spoke unsympathetically.

At that, Ilya but smiled an extraordinarily heartbreaking smile, her hand brushing her pregnant belly.

“I’m already involved with him, and I’m still involved in a way that’s never going to end.”

“You! You ungrateful disobedient daughter!” Watson was furious with anger.

“Dad, if you don’t approve of me being with Francesca Jones, then I won’t be coming back in the future. Blood ties are cut and dried, but there are times when we have to make choices.”