Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 82

Gwendolyn heard Candace slandering her in the most revolting way that she could.

Her eyes slowly dimmed while her neighbors came surrounding them one by one. They were there to join in the commotion.

I don't care what others think of me. But, how about my three children? What would the others think of them? Perhaps they would think of them as illegitimate children?

Gwendolyn was so angry that she clenched her fists. She felt an urge to go at Candace and beat her unconscious so that she could keep her mouth shut.

Candace became more arrogant when more and more people surrounded them.

“Everyone, please keep an eye on this minx. Her private life has been ugly since she was young. Think of your husbands and kids. If she seduces them, it will ruin your family.”

Camille could not stand the nonsense anymore. She rushed out and pointed at Candace as she retorted, “Shut up! Who do you think you are? Gwen is a kind and beautiful girl. She is a good person. Everything you said is purely accusation without grounds.”

Gwendolyn stood there as her body stiffened. She did not know how to explain herself. Fortunately, Camille was there standing up for her.

Suddenly, Gwendolyn gained the confidence and courage to throw herself at Candace. As there were bodyguards shielding Candace, Gwendolyn failed to get near her.

“Candace, you are merely a mistress. You are not qualified to say such words in front of me.”

With that, Gwendolyn launched herself at Candace again. However, the bodyguards stopped her.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Camille joined Gwendolyn. It was just that her strength was no match for the bodyguards. She nearly fell when the bodyguard swung her arm away.

Gwendolyn held Camille. “Ms. Ziegler, are you okay?”

Seeing that Candace was so arrogant, one of the neighbors roared, “To hell with it...”

Then the neighbors fought with the four bodyguards. Candace had never imagined that the neighbors would help Gwendolyn. She was so afraid that she retreated a few steps behind.

Gwendolyn went inside the courtyard and grabbed a broom before rushing out and hitting Candace.

Candace was too weak to counterattack. Her hair became a mess, and her clothes turned dirty. Gwendolyn even injured Candace's face.

Candace sat on the ground, crying, “Help! Please help me!”

After the ruckus, the four bodyguards ended up injured as well. In the end, they ran away with Candace.

Gwendolyn felt she had let off steam when she saw how they ran away in a mess.

She had been thinking of an act of revenge all these years. It was just that she was incapable. She could barely make a living to raise her children, let alone get revenge. What happened that day allowed her to release the emotions bottled up within her over time.

Camille breathed heavily and chuckled.

“Gwen, who on earth is she? She's detestable!”

Camille could tell that Candace purposely came to slander Gwendolyn. She's really black-hearted.

Gwendolyn felt somewhat exhausted. She held Camille as she replied with a smile, “She is my stepmother, the same person who forced my mom to run away from home.”

Camille nodded as she began to understand the situation. She's a bad apple indeed!

Camille nodded as she began to understand the situation. She's a bad apple indeed!

The neighbors overheard their conversation. One by one, they comforted Gwendolyn.

“Gwen, don't be afraid. If there's anything in the future, call for us anytime.”

“Exactly. We know you well. I won't trust what the woman said.”

“If she ever shows up again, we will beat her again.”

Upon hearing that, Gwendolyn felt touched and grateful to the crowd.

“Thank you! Thank you!”

Gwendolyn had been living in Snowy Lane for three years. She was an easy-going person and used to greet her neighbors whenever they met. As time passed, they would even gather and chat with one another.

That was why Gwendolyn was on good terms with her neighbors.

After Gwendolyn returned home, she helped Camille wash the vegetables in the kitchen.

All of a sudden, a feeling surged within Gwendolyn. My neighbors are way better than my family. They will at least believe me and interact with me sincerely. But how about my parents? Even Father and Grandpa did not believe me and felt that it was my fault.

She could not help but sigh. Even though what happened six years ago ruined her entire life, she did not regret giving birth to her three children. She swore to nurture her children well in the future and make them feel no different than other ordinary kids.