A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 77: So Wicked as to Frame Me

Wanda Quincy stared fixedly, her eyes wide as if she wanted to rip Beanie Quincy open and see right through him. Her gaze was sharp and vicious, but underneath, her heart was churning with endless fear. ’I’ve been watching Jasper Ford’s every move. He never had a chance to get near Beanie Quincy. And as soon as Beanie returned to Crestfall, I hid him away myself. He escaped not long after, but Vivian Quincy must have hidden him. So how did he get to know Madam Ford?’

’Seeing Beanie holding Madam Ford’s hand, hearing his familiar tone... they were clearly on very good terms. Beanie even calls her Miss Ford...’

’Does Madam Ford know Beanie’s identity?’

’No, that’s impossible. Vivian Quincy herself doesn’t even know who the child’s father is. She’s worked under Jasper Ford for so long, and nothing has come up. So Jasper definitely doesn’t know she has a child.’

’As for Madam Ford...’ 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

’She must have run into Beanie somewhere, taken a liking to him, and they became acquainted...’

’Stay calm. I have to stay calm.’

Her current status, everything she owned, was a gift from the Ford Family. She couldn’t afford a single misstep now. It would only play right into the hands of Vivian Quincy and her son.

Facing Beanie Quincy’s accusation, Wanda Quincy took a deep breath and said, "This child doesn’t have a single scratch on him. Where are the signs of him being beaten? I don’t know why he’s trying to frame me."

"No marks means he wasn’t beaten? What kind of logic is that?" Madam Ford demanded sharply.

Beanie Quincy chimed in, "I’m young, so I heal quickly. And it’s not like you attacked me with a knife or needles when you hit me. Of course you can’t see any marks."

"Utter nonsense! Why would I bully you for no reason?" Wanda Quincy was determined to deny it to her dying breath. ’Without any proof, what can this little bastard Beanie Quincy possibly do to me!’

But Beanie Quincy knew Wanda Quincy was no saint and would never admit to it. He hadn’t planned on making her confess, anyway. He just stood perfectly still, his lovely eyes wide, and gave Madam Ford’s hand a gentle tug. Feigning weakness, he said, "Miss Ford, I think we should just let it go. I don’t have any proof, after all... Ouch... My hand..."

Beanie had only been holding Madam Ford’s hand up for a few seconds before he let out a soft whimper of pain. The tiny boy clutched his left hand, looking pitiful as his eyes glistened, welling up with tears from the pain.

Madam Ford remembered that Beanie had previously injured his left hand. She frowned. "Does your hand still hurt? I thought it had already healed."

"It was healed, but I was grabbed by the arm and thrown to the ground today, so it hurts again," Beanie said in a hoarse voice, his head hanging low, a truly pitiful sight.

Wanda Quincy was stunned. She never expected such a young child to be such a convincing actor. Seeing Madam Ford’s completely credulous expression, Wanda grew frantic. "I never touched him!"

"That’s right, you didn’t touch me. It’s all my fault. My mommy and I are just worthless people. I guess we deserve to get run over and then beaten up," Beanie mumbled, his head hanging low in dejection.

This little brat was driving Wanda Quincy insane!

She couldn’t let Beanie Quincy control the narrative. She shot to her feet, looming over him and demanding sternly, "Who taught you to fan the flames with such sarcastic comments? You’re so malicious at such a young age, you could be arrested for this! Now, confess! Who put you up to making these false accusations against me?"

"Watch your tone!" Madam Ford’s voice was severe.

Not willing to back down, Wanda retorted, "This child is slandering me, pinning a baseless accusation on my name! Why can’t I refute something I never did? Am I supposed to just stand here and let him defame me?"

"Beanie has no reason to hold a grudge against you. If you hadn’t provoked him and his mother first, why would he be accusing you now? I’ll give you one last chance, out of consideration for your youth. Apologize to Beanie. Right now!" Madam Ford sat up ramrod straight, her voice cold and leaving no room for argument. She was essentially finding Wanda guilty and permitting no defense.

Jasper Ford was right there.

’There was no way Wanda would admit to this crime!’

She shot Jasper Ford a pleading look, her eyes brimming with tears. "Jasper, you know the kind of person I am. How could I possibly bully a child? Please, back me up, won’t you?"

Jasper Ford lazily arched a sharp, handsome brow and said impatiently, "Beanie wouldn’t frame someone without a reason. If he’s doing this, there must be some bad blood between you."

He left it at that, his gaze lazily drifting over the woman and the child as if the matter had nothing to do with him and he had no intention of getting involved.

Caden Chandler had been investigating the connection between Wanda Quincy and Beanie Quincy recently, but surprisingly, he had come up with nothing.

But even without proof, Jasper Ford was certain the two of them knew each other. His roguish gaze fell on Beanie Quincy; he was more interested in seeing what the little guy was planning to do.

’He was the one who crashed the engagement ceremony. He was the one shouting for his mommy. And now he’s the one who’s brought Madam Ford here to put Wanda Quincy in her place.’ Jasper sensed a strong animosity from the little guy toward Wanda.

And yet, he found himself quite fond of the little fellow.

Jasper Ford’s indifference plunged Wanda Quincy’s heart into despair, and her face turned deathly pale.

Beanie had been afraid that Jasper Ford would protect Wanda Quincy. Hearing his words, however, he felt a secret thrill of delight. He puffed out his cheeks and said to Madam Ford, "Miss Ford, there’s no bad blood between her and me."

"You caused a scene at the engagement ceremony. Doesn’t that count?" Jasper Ford shot back.

With that one sentence, the color drained from both Beanie Quincy’s and Wanda Quincy’s faces!

Jasper Ford watched their stunned expressions with amusement, his long, slender fingers tapping on the table. "Now that we’re all here, isn’t it time you explained your relationship?"

His calm voice sent a wave of panic through them both.

Wanda Quincy understood immediately. ’Jasper suspects our connection. She suddenly regretted going after Anna. If I don’t explain this situation clearly, it will be impossible to extricate myself!’

’But how could she explain?’

’Should she tell Jasper that she and Vivian Quincy have a terrible relationship, and that Vivian, who can’t stand her, deliberately sent Beanie to ruin their engagement party?’

’But wouldn’t that just be playing right into Vivian Quincy’s hands?’

’What if Jasper suddenly got curious and ran a paternity test on Beanie? She would be finished. Everything she had would vanish into thin air!’

Wanda Quincy’s gaze locked onto Beanie, her hand at her side clenched into a tight fist. ’If Beanie dares to spout any nonsense, if he reveals anything, I will tear him limb from limb!’

Gritting her teeth, Wanda explained, "He and I... have no relationship."

Jasper Ford’s slender hand paused. "Then why is he causing you trouble?"

"I..." Wanda couldn’t help but glance at Madam Ford. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and confess, "I... accidentally offended him and his mother before. I suppose that’s why this child would be so malicious as to frame me."

Wanda skillfully skirted the real issue, shifting all the blame onto Beanie. ’I refuse to believe that I, a grown woman, can’t outsmart a child!’