Chapter 170

Security! Stop them!

Deborah Melville dropped all pretense and shrieked.

"Where is Victoria Roscente? Tell Victoria Roscente to get out here!"

Deborah and her son Tyson Richter had arrived in Kyoto two days prior.

They first visited Isabella Langley in her hospital room.

Then…

They simply moved in.

Deborah declared, "Hotels are so expensive. This room is huge and comfortable. Best of all, it's free!"

"But there's only one bed. The two of you…"

"What does it matter between mother and son?"

Tyson picked his teeth and nodded. "Exactly! We sleep together at home too. Saves on electricity."

Their protests were ignored.

The pair truly settled into the hospital room.

The VIP suite allowed for family members to stay.

The account balance was more than sufficient.

The hospital did not interfere.

Isabella could remain long-term.

The guest bed was naturally available for use.

Deborah endured the smell of disinfectant for two days.

Not a single person from the man's family showed up.

Not even a nanny made an appearance.

"Do they think hiding will work? Dream on!"

"Mom, what should we do?" Tyson cracked his knuckles.

"If they won't come to us, we'll go to them!"

That morning, Isabella saw Victoria's party photos on social media.

The background was a private room at a hotel.

She had been there once with Victoria.

She immediately sent the address to Deborah.

Mother and son headed straight there.

Victoria had been watching the commotion from a distance.

She suddenly heard her own name.

She thought she misheard.

It came a second time.

She heard it clearly.

They were indeed calling for her.

Her heart sank.

She saw the front desk staff struggling to hold them back.

Victoria turned to retreat into the private room.

A server approached carrying a tray.

He called out from afar—

"Mrs. Roscente! Your water. Mrs. Roscente?"

She didn't respond.

The server raised his voice.

Roscente?

Deborah froze.

The man who got her daughter pregnant was named Roscente.

Her eyes narrowed with a sudden idea.

She suddenly shouted at the retreating figure, "Ethan Roscente!"

Victoria heard her son's name.

She immediately turned around.

"It is you!" Deborah had been waiting for this!

She shoved the staff aside.

She rushed over and grabbed Victoria's hair—

"Trying to run? No way!"

Victoria had never encountered a scene like this.

She was stunned on the spot.

Deborah yelled, "My daughter is half-dead in the hospital, and you're here enjoying yourself?"

"Dressed all fancy,disgusting—"

A glob of spit landed on Victoria's clothes.

Victoria was horrified.

"My daughter had a miscarriage and is hospitalized. You haven't shown any concern. Where's your conscience?"

"You change your tune faster than flipping a book! All sweet talk before, now you give us the cold shoulder. You should be on stage!"

The noise was tremendous.

All the society ladies from the private room came out to see the spectacle.

Victoria was disheveled.

A woman was grabbing her and screaming.

What a scandal!

The ladies exchanged looks.

Deborah, seeing the crowd, became even more energized. "Everyone, look! Her son got my daughter pregnant and won't take responsibility!"

"My daughter's life is ruined! She hides and avoids us? Thinks we have no one on our side?"

She rolled up her sleeves.

"Film this and post it online! Let everyone see what a cesspit the Roscente family is! What kind of person Victoria Roscente is! And that trash of a son!"

Tyson blocked the staff.

He cooperated with his mother by pulling out his phone and aiming it at Victoria.

He filmed while cursing, "Serves you right! The Roscentes are scum! Got her pregnant and won't own up!"

"If we're suffering, you won't get off easy either!"

Victoria frantically tried to cover her face.

She dodged and struggled.

It was utterly humiliating.

"Stop filming! Your daughter has no self-respect. What does that have to do with my son?"

"I've been more than good to her! She lost the baby herself! Let go! I'll call the police if you keep this up!"

Deborah planted her hands on her hips and sneered. "Go ahead! Let the police decide!"

"I'm just a country woman. I've got nothing to lose! Let's see if you high-society types care about your reputation!"

Victoria stiffened all over.

Those last words hit her fatal weakness.

"You won't leave until you give us an answer! Tyson, hold her!"

"You—how dare you—"

Tyson put away his phone with a sinister grin. "Just watch me—"

"Ah! Get away! Don't touch me!" Victoria screamed.

The driver arrived with security just in time.

They pulled Victoria free.

They shielded her into the car and drove away.

Tyson asked, "Mom, she got away. What now?"

Deborah narrowed her eyes and smirked. "The monk can run, but the temple can't. We'll head back for now."

"The hospital stinks. Can we change places?" Tyson complained about the disinfectant smell on his clothes.

"Changing costs money. Once we get the compensation, we can stay in five-star hotels as much as we want!"

"True," Tyson grinned, showing his teeth. "My sister sure knows how to pick them…"

That woman just now clearly had money.

…

There was an issue with the southern project.

Ethan Roscente had been on a business trip for a week.

He took work calls as usual.

His personal phone was on Do Not Disturb.

No one could get through.

Company matters had piled up.

They required his signature.

He finally returned.

The plane landed.

Ethan turned off Do Not Disturb mode.

In less than two minutes.

Victoria's call came through.

"Hello, Mom…"