Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant

Chapter 254 She’s Not Even My Daughter

In a hotel room brimming with music, a certain man with white hair limped across the space, break-dancing with difficulty in his mobility as he celebrated with a bottle of wine clamped under his underarm.

Due to the high volume of the music, he didn’t hear Molly come in with another bottle.

He continued break-dancing, unaware of her presence, only to bump into her on her way out.

As soon as he did, he held the wine bottle tighter and gripped her jaw with his free hand.

"Don’t be so uptight, Molinda. We’ve come so far so loosen up a bit with me. In a few hours, we’ll put Lois and all the memories that come with her to the back of our minds, okay?" He screamed into her face.

Molly bore his breath on her face, smiling all the way until he was done speaking.

While it seemed like an invitation, she knew better than to refuse.

"Of course. I’ll just get myself another glass to drink the..."

He suddenly cut her off, his eyes darkening intensity as his grip on her jaw tightened.

Drawing her toward him, he yelled into her face again, this time angrily, the smile on his face vanishing, "Why? Why can’t you use mine? Do you think I don’t brush properly? Or that I’m riddled with some kind of disease?"

She winced but didn’t reach up to take off his hand. Instead, she smiled even broader.

"I just don’t want you suffering for some disease I may not know I have which I can give you by us sharing the same glass."

The man paused, seriously thinking it over, then waved his hand at her dismissively.

"You know what? Go celebrate somewhere else."

Then he released his grip on her jaw.

She slowly reached up to massage her almost dislocated jaw, then proceeded to lower her head in a bow of appreciation.

"Thank you, Un-Dad." She caught herself just in time and replaced the words before he could notice.

Thankfully, he returned to break-dancing to the loud music.

Slipping out of the hotel room, a deep exhale escaped her lungs.

Then she reached into her pocket for a packet of cigarettes.

Balancing a stick between her lips, she searched her pocket for a lighter.

Finding one in her back pocket, she took it out and to her greatest disappointment, it was empty.

She began walking around, looking for someone to borrow a lighter from when she saw three children standing before an elevator.

It was a girl and two boys. The girl seemed to be the youngest, and the second boy looked a year or two older than her.

They younger ones were squabbling while their older brother watched them in silence.

"Uh, this isn’t the right floor."

"What? I told you it wasn’t."

"Don’t shout at me! If you hadn’t lost the keycard, we wouldn’t have had to come all the way here."

"This isn’t about the keycard—you swore you knew our floor number."

"If you hadn’t forgotten the keycard, we never would’ve had to go back down."

"Now you’re blaming me? You’re forgetful too, so why should I take all the blame?"

"If you hadn’t forgotten first, I never would’ve..."

Only after it seemed like they were about to fight did their big brother finally chip in.

"Stop bullying our sister, and don’t talk to your elder brother like that. If you hadn’t fought all the way here, I would’ve told you you were inputting the wrong floor. Don’t worry—come over here. I know the floor number."

Putting away the cigarette, she watched them happily get into the elevator, subconsciously recalling how Kelsie’s triplets often bickered whenever they came to the practice.

Except in this case, Jesse was the one keeping his siblings from fighting.

"Looking for a lighter?" A janitor passing by at that moment saw the cigarette sticking out of her pocket and handed her one.

She thanked him and began heading back to the hotel room.

She had just gotten to the door when she saw an unlikely figure banging his fist against it.

Jeremiah Sutton.

To this day, she still couldn’t decide which one of them was worse—the one dancing inside at the prospect of ending the life of his sister’s child later tonight, or this one, who didn’t care who he had to sell out to survive.

What was worse? Kelsie was his daughter, but it didn’t bother him one bit that all this was to end her life.

"The wall is soundproof, that’s why you can’t hear the loud music coming from the room."

Jerry paused and turned toward the direction of the voice.

His eyes lit up when he recognized her.

"I need to see him. Prison is a place I can’t go back to. It’s too horrible a place to put any human. I’ll give a thousand witnesses against Kelsie if that’ll keep me out of it." He babbled, inching closer to her.

Feeling her phone buzz in her pocket, she slipped it out.

Seeing the word Daddy sprawled across her screen, she tossed down the lit cigarette and extinguished it with her foot before answering the call.

"Where are you?" His authoritative voice came up as soon as she pressed the phone against her ear.

She glanced at Jerry’s nervous face before speaking. "Right outside. Jeremiah Sutton is here, and he says he must see you."

There was silence on the other end before his affirmative voice came through.

"Come in with him."

She took out her keycard and swiped it.

Luca Langford already sat in the sitting room, sipping his drink calmly when Jerry rushed in and dropped to his knees in front of him.

"I—please don’t let me go back to prison. I’ll do whatever you want me to. If I were to go at all, it shouldn’t be for the child of another man!"

Luca’s eyes, which has been relaxed just now, snapped toward him instantly.

"What did you just say?"

In his desperation, Jerry said so many things he didn’t remember which one Luca was asking for and straightened up, repeating cautiously, "Please don’t let me go back to prison?"

"The last one."

Jerry scratched the back of his head, throwing all caution to the wind as he laughed curtly, "About Kelsie not being my child? Well, Lois Fletcher was heavily pregnant when we met."