A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 118: An Extremely Wretched Scream

Wanda Quincy was probing Jasper Ford. She knew he wasn’t the type of man to act rashly. More accurately, Jasper Ford would never concern himself with people who had nothing to do with him.

If Jasper didn’t care, he wouldn’t have investigated it, let alone ordered a paternity test.

Wanda Quincy was terrified that Jasper Ford would discover his connection to Beanie. If that happened, it would truly be over for them.

The more she thought about it, the more terrified Wanda became. Yet, she had to maintain her smile and not let Jasper see that anything was amiss.

Wanda thought she was putting on a good act, but in Jasper’s eyes, it was a pathetic attempt.

But Wanda’s every move only served to confirm Jasper’s suspicions. She became exceptionally tense whenever she saw Vivian Quincy. No matter how well she tried to hide it, Jasper could sense that her hostility toward Vivian was far more than a simple, petty squabble.

Their grudge must run deep!

A devilish smile played on Jasper Ford’s lips, and his deep voice was magnetic. "Whether or not I have a son... shouldn’t you know better than anyone?"

Wanda’s heart dropped. ’Jasper... What does he mean? D-does... does he know everything?’

Wanda panicked instantly. Her heart rate shot up, and she felt like it was about to pound right out of her chest!

"R-right! Of course. How could you possibly have a son? I’ve been the only one by your side all these years. It’s impossible." Wanda smiled, looking up to flash a huge grin at Jasper.

The man’s gaze was inscrutable.

Wanda continued, "It’s just... why is this thing of Vivian Quincy’s in your office? Did she perhaps drop it by accident while organizing documents?"

"I suppose so." Jasper nodded, seemingly unconcerned. He strode over to his desk on his long legs and began to work on some files.

Wanda didn’t know how long she stood there with that foolish smile on her face. Eventually, she couldn’t keep up the act any longer. Picking up the paternity test report, she said to Jasper, "I’ll return this to Assistant Quincy. She must be worried sick now that she’s lost it."

"Mm," Jasper replied with a single syllable, his voice impossibly pleasant.

Wanda turned and left. She strode over to Vivian Quincy’s desk, slapped the paternity test report down on it, and said in a low voice, "You. Come to the restroom with me."

With that, Wanda headed straight for the restroom.

Vivian Quincy stared in surprise at the report on her desk. She raised an eyebrow, folded it, stuffed it into her bag, and stood up.

Watching from a distance, Caden Chandler saw the exchange and hurried into Jasper Ford’s office. "Sir, Wanda Quincy and Vivian Quincy just went into the women’s restroom. Should I follow them?"

"Why would a grown man like you follow someone into the women’s restroom?" Jasper’s brows furrowed.

Caden realized his mistake and quickly corrected himself. "Wrong choice of words. I meant, should I find a way to get in and eavesdrop?"

"No." Jasper rejected Caden’s suggestion.

’The facts are already crystal clear. Vivian Quincy and Wanda Quincy know each other, and they know each other well. Otherwise, given Vivian’s fiery temper—one that made even him want to pick a fight—she would never have followed Wanda so readily.’

...

The door to the women’s restroom swung shut.

Wanda had warned everyone to stay out, and they did.

With no one else around, Wanda dropped her act. Her exquisite face was contorted with boundless fury. "Vivian Quincy, what do you think you’re doing?"

"What are you talking about?" Vivian thought Wanda had to be crazy. Wanda was the one who had dragged her into the restroom; she hadn’t done a thing.

Wanda said, "Stop pretending. You’re the one who put that paternity test in Jasper Ford’s office, aren’t you?"

Vivian recalled the document and retorted, "So what if I did?"

"I’m warning you, a bastard is a bastard. Don’t think you can marry into a rich family just because Madam Ford likes Beanie. The two of you are nothing but trash wallowing in the mud; you’ll never climb your way into high society." Wanda stepped closer to Vivian, jabbing a finger hard into her shoulder. "You’d better know your place."

Vivian grabbed Wanda’s hand without a shred of courtesy and sneered, "And what if I don’t? What are you going to do about it?"

The color drained from Vivian’s fair face. The woman who was usually so respectful to everyone was gone, replaced by someone completely different. Her entire aura had shifted!

"Wanda Quincy, you know full well how I ended up at Nightfall. I’m guessing that Manager Lewis was one of your people, wasn’t he?"

Wanda laughed, her voice dripping with arrogance. "And what if he was?"

Vivian said, "In that case, we have nothing more to discuss. You’d better fix this whole mess for me. Otherwise, I’m going to the police. I may not have power or influence, but I can still drag you down with me."

As she was now, Vivian Quincy had nothing.

Aside from Beanie, she had nothing left to lose. She was basically worthless!

But Wanda Quincy was another story.

Wanda had her own company and a respectable social standing. Throughout Crestfall, she had countless admirers. Wanda had far too much, and the more she had, the more she feared losing it all.

If Vivian exposed her, even if Wanda managed to avoid prison, she would be utterly disgraced. Marrying into a prestigious family would become a distant dream.

No respectable, wealthy family would accept a daughter-in-law like Wanda—least of all the Fords.

Madam Ford already couldn’t stand Wanda; she would likely use this as an opportunity to crush her completely, ensuring she could never recover.

And Wanda knew all of this perfectly well. But she hated being threatened—more accurately, she hated being threatened by Vivian Quincy.

In Wanda’s eyes, Vivian was nothing more than a dog her family had once kept—a stray kicked to the curb once it lost its value. Even though Vivian was back now, Wanda still believed she was not worthy of standing on equal footing with her, much less threatening her.

This was something Wanda absolutely could not tolerate!

She was furious. Her delicate features twisted in rage, yet she forced a smile as she violently grabbed Vivian by the collar. "Don’t get too cocky," she snarled through clenched teeth.

"And what if I am?" Vivian retorted.

Wanda let out a cold laugh. "Believe it or not, I could tear that pretty face of yours to shreds right now."

"Try me." Vivian’s response was calm and unflinching, devoid of any fear.

Wanda was done holding back. She had been wanting to teach Vivian a lesson for a long time but had never found the opportunity!

Now, after being humiliated by Vivian time and again, how could Wanda possibly hold back any longer? She raised her hand to slap her, putting all her strength into it, wishing she could make Vivian’s face swell up on the spot!

But Vivian was no fool. Why would she just stand there and take the hit?

With a nimble dodge, her slight frame moved aside, easily evading Wanda’s swinging hand.

Wanda had swung too hastily and with too much force. By the time she realized Vivian had dodged, it was too late to change direction. To make matters worse, Vivian tripped her from behind. Wanda instantly lost her balance and, with a scream, went crashing to the floor!

Her scream was utterly wretched!