Chapter 606 We Are Not Here To Let You Insult Her

"Auntie, I haven't seen you for days! You're looking younger and more beautiful than ever. And your suit fits you perfectly. You look stunning! Uncle Malcolm is so handsome, too!" Shyla smiled brightly, buttering up on both Malcolm and Monica.

Monica stared at her for a few seconds with warmth on her cheeks, and then a far broader grin flitted across her face. She lowered her lashes, and in the most bashful way, reached out and touched her face. "Is that true? Shyla, you are flattering me!"

"Auntie, of course! I swear I am telling the truth. Your skin is so good, and you're naturally beautiful. You also have a very healthy lifestyle since you don't use drugs or have any vices like other women. I heard that drug addicts have horrible skin." Shyla's voice sounded soft as she beamed, seemingly innocent. She looked more youthful with her sleek hair tied back in a high ponytail, revealing her smooth neck. But beyond all that, her beautiful face was filled with malice.

Ethon's eyes went cold, and his lips formed a thin line. He kept silent, but he took hold of Fiona's hand tightly. Everyone present knew who Shyla was insinuating as a drug addict.

Fiona stood still with a calm expression. It was not the first time that someone had exposed her scars. Beneath her composed exterior, she felt raw and paralyzed, and her heart was bleeding. She swallowed hard to quell her emotions and pretended to be fine.

"Yes. As the saying goes, the fish rots from the head down. The child will undoubtedly adopt her parents' habits," Monica grated disdainfully while her shrewd eyes glanced defiantly at Fiona.

Fiona clenched her fists hard. She could not fathom why Monica would speak such malicious words against her. She looked quite noble and elegant, but her words were revealing otherwise. Was her moral character so upright that she had no flaws? How could she be entitled to criticize other people at will?

"What are you doing? We are here for horse riding. Let's go!" Malcolm cleared his throat and stood up quickly.

His face was grave, which served as a warning to everyone. As a d

y with a faint smile. "Is Malcolm here? I have something to discuss with him."

"Why are you looking for my husband? If you have anything to tell him, you can say it to me. My opinion is equally important to his in this family." Monica had sat gracefully on the sofa, crossed her slender legs, and stared at the other woman without inviting her to sit down.

"Since he's not here, I'll come again another day." Ivy remained expressionless and prepared herself to leave.

All at once, Monica stood up and let out a bitter laugh. "Why do you want to come here again? Ivy, people always say that you are from a well-educated family and a lady with refined temperament. But I don't think you are! You're no different from a common woman with ordinary qualifications. Do you think it's great that you can play the piano? Absolutely not! I remember you once said that you would never come back to this house. So, why are you here again?"

"I said I'm here to look for Malcolm, I have something to discuss with him." Ivy turned around, her tone becoming harder. She was mild-mannered, but also very strong-willed and determined in her outlook. Gentle as she was, she would never let anyone humiliate her!

She had made many concessions in her whole life, including sacrificing her love. If it were not for the sake of giving her son a positive future, she would not have come here today to be disgraced!