Chapter 615: 615: What does this have to do with me?

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Chapter 615: Chapter 615: What does this have to do with me?

She couldn’t always be at loggerheads with Mrs. Lopez like this, growing old, he wouldn’t even be capable of seeking life if he wants to, the quality of his own life would be terrible.

Mr. Lopez assured Mrs. Lopez that this would be the only child.

Now that he had a child to inherit the family business, his aim had been achieved, he wouldn’t bring another one home.

He reassured Mrs. Lopez that she would only have to endure this one.

What could Mrs. Lopez say at this point?

She couldn’t simply abandon the child.

This child, it’s obvious upon sight that he’s Mr. Lopez’s offspring.

He looks just like Mr. Lopez.

Especially that fat face and wide ears, narrow eyes and broad mouth.

No average child would look that ugly.



Of course, it also because the child is not of her own making.

So, no matter how Mrs. Lopez looks at him, she’ll always find him unattractive, and she feels no pressure in making complaints.

In the end, Mrs. Lopez had no other choice but to suffer in silence and accept this reality.

However, she clarifies that there’s only one child.

Afterwards, Mr. Lopez truly did not bring another child home.

It’s just that his nature of flirting around didn’t change.

But Mrs. Lopez was too lazy to care about this.

As long as these women didn’t bother her, and didn’t want to become the legitimate wife, she didn’t bother with what Mr. Lopez did outside.

As for Mr. Lopez, due to his guilty conscience, even if he knew that Mrs. Lopez was also playing around, he didn’t really care.

Anyway, Mrs. Lopez couldn’t give birth to a child, he wouldn’t possibly become a proud father again.

So, just let it be.

Therefore, now that Wendy Clarke has appeared and directly claimed that she was here to find Mrs. Lopez.

Considering Wendy Clarke’s age and her seductive look, she didn’t seem like a respectable woman.

Mrs. Lopez’s first instinct was that this woman is probably one of Mr. Lopez’s mistresses outside.

This lady looked restless, and she might just be here to show off and obtain a higher position.

Mrs. Lopez looked at her with cold eyes.

She sized up Wendy Clarke from head to toe and from foot to head.

Then, Mrs. Lopez put on a cold face and asked impatiently, “Who are you?”



Anyway, it’s Wendy Clarke and Mr. Lopez’s messy business that’s going to be exposed, not hers.



She’s still young, good looking, and even runs a restaurant.

Why did she choose Mr. Lopez of all men, ugly and old.

Mrs. Lopez suddenly paused.

Wait a minute, Wendy Clarke’s restaurant, wasn’t funded by Mr. Lopez, was it?

Mrs. Lopez couldn’t help but suspect, what if the biological mother of the child at home, is Wendy Clarke?

Of course, every time she encountered a mistress, Mrs. Lopez would have such suspicion.

And try to find some resemblance between their face and the child at home.

Now, Mrs. Lopez was trying to find some similarities between Wendy Clarke’s face and the child’s features.

Unfortunately, Mr. Lopez’s genes are just too strong, they influenced the child’s features too much.

No matter how hard Mrs. Lopez looked, she couldn’t come up with a conclusion.

So, Wendy Clarke sighed, “The thing is, my sister... she sneaked off to Belfard City a few years ago without telling our family.”

Mrs. Lopez impatiently said with a cold expression, “What does that have to do with me.”

Deal with your family’s affairs on your own.



She came here to talk about her sister, it didn’t make any sense.

“We just found out that she has a son, and she’s not even married.” Wendy Clarke continued.

“I’ve told you, it has nothing to do with me.” Mrs. Lopez felt that something was not quite right, and became increasingly impatient, “Why are you telling me all this? It’s absolutely ridiculous!”

“Mrs. Lopez, please let me finish. Because the situation is a bit complicated, that’s why I wanted to find a place to talk calmly.” Wendy Clarke said, “I should lay things out in a systematic way, right?”

Mrs. Lopez raised her eyebrows, saying, “Get in the car.”

Mrs. Lopez and Wendy Clarke both got into Mrs. Lopez’s car parked nearby.

The driver was sent down by Mrs. Lopez.

Only the two of them were in the car.

“Alright, go ahead,” said Mrs. Lopez coldly.

The car was parked on the roadside without moving. Only the two of them were in the car.

The environment was considered quiet now.

Wendy Clarke took a deep breath and said, “My sister’s name is Cindy Clarke. She’s currently a contestant in the ongoing Pingla Culinary Competition. She hasn’t been eliminated and is still competing. She also happens to be a food blogger and has gained some fame.”

Mrs. Lopez impatiently stated, “You’d better explain things clearly using as few words as possible. I don’t have much patience.”

“Alright, I’ll try,” conceded Wendy Clarke, swallowing her pride.

She took a deep breath, then continued, “Five years ago, she suddenly left home without our knowing. She didn’t even go to school, took a leave of absence, and was eventually expelled by the school.”

“Our family has been looking for her ever since, and it wasn’t until recently, thanks to the live broadcasts of the culinary competition, that we spotted her and found out that she was in Belfard City.”