The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show

Chapter 435 - 437: An Unexpected Discovery

Inside the private room:

"Come, Mr. Bishop, let me toast you. You’re so young and promising. It’s only a matter of time before you acquire Kenway Group!"

"I hope you’re right." Caleb Bishop reached out and clinked glasses with him. "To our successful partnership!"

"Hahaha, to a successful partnership!"

A sudden gasp came from nearby. Mr. Hughes, who was drunk, was forcefully grabbing a young-looking girl.

The manager standing by was sweating, her forehead beaded with anxiety. "Mr. Hughes, in our establishment... The young lady was just delivering drinks, you can’t..."

Henry Hughes let out a drunken burp. "To put it nicely, she’s ’delivering drinks.’ To put it bluntly, isn’t she just serving herself up on a platter?"

SMACK! The girl, furious, slapped Henry Hughes across the face. "I’m calling the police! You’re human scum!"

"Call the police? We’ll see if you can even walk out that door today!" He brutally grabbed the girl’s hair, and all that could be heard was her terrified scream.

The room was filled with men in suits, but all of them acted as if they saw nothing.

One man laughed and said, "When is Old Hughes ever going to stop acting up when he’s drunk? What if he scares the poor girl? How can he bear to be so rough with someone so delicate?"

Though that’s what he said, his tone was filled with the excitement of someone enjoying the show.

Caleb Bishop swirled the glass in his hand, not paying any attention to what was happening.

His experiences over the years had always reminded him not to let his kindness run wild; otherwise, trouble would sooner or later come knocking at his door.

He didn’t actively do evil, but he no longer wanted to be some great saint who pitied the world.

The manager came over to ask for help, but President Warren said, "What are you afraid of? Mr. Hughes knows his limits. No one’s going to die."

As he spoke, he threw down a stack of cash. "Here’s a tip. Take it and get lost. You’re ruining the mood."

"Mr. Bishop..."

Caleb Bishop turned his head. ’He hadn’t expected the manager to turn to him for help.’

’If this continues, something bad is bound to happen. I’ve only just started to make a name for myself in the business world; I can’t let my reputation be tarnished by this kind of mess.’

He glanced in Henry Hughes’s direction, about to speak, but froze the next second.

The girl was just too young, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old. The reason she’d been targeted was simple: she was too beautiful.

Her lively eyes were so much like Naomi Kenway’s, but the shape of her mouth was a bit like his own.

His body went rigid.

He didn’t know how to describe the feeling. It was as if he were seeing his and Naomi Kenway’s future daughter in another form. At the same time, he knew how absurd that was, because there was no longer any possibility for him and Naomi.

Naomi Kenway’s words were still vivid in his mind:

"What is this supposed to be? Do you really think I’ll come back just because you offer me a few scraps? In your dreams! You’re nothing but a selfish, self-serving bastard who only thinks about himself. The very thought of you makes me sick. So don’t ever bother me again. The farther you get away, the better. Otherwise, don’t blame me for what happens next."

’If only I hadn’t abandoned her back then, if I’d chosen to stay by her side...’

Caleb Bishop immediately dismissed the thought. He knew he would never have been content to be the man behind Naomi Kenway.

"You dare hit me? You fucking bitch, I’m going to kill you today!"

As he spoke, Henry Hughes grabbed the girl’s hair and started slamming her head against the wall.

The manager let out a terrified scream.

"Stop!" Caleb Bishop strode forward and grabbed Henry Hughes’s hand.

"Which son of a bitch...?" He turned and saw it was Caleb Bishop. His tone softened, though his mind was still foggy. "Oh, it’s you, Caleb. What’s the meaning of this? You’re going to stop me from teaching a waitress a lesson? Are you deliberately trying to pick a fight with me?!"

"How could I possibly go against you, Mr. Hughes? It’s just that things could get messy if someone dies. I hear your brother-in-law just won that highly contested bid. A tall tree catches the wind, you know. It’s better to be careful, lest someone with an agenda takes advantage of the situation."

"How boring." Henry Hughes sobered up a bit and released his grip. "But you have a point. Let’s keep drinking."

After settling the bill, Caleb Bishop picked up his suit jacket and left. He had just stepped out of the private room when he heard a voice call out from behind him.

"M-Mr. Bishop..."

It was the manager and the girl.

"Mr. Bishop, I came to thank you. Thank you for helping me just now." The girl had already tidied her appearance, but her face still showed a hint of panic.

"Don’t thank me. I wasn’t planning on getting involved at first."

"...Regardless, you saved me, so I must thank you."

Caleb Bishop looked at the manager. "How old is she? Fifteen? Sixteen? How dare you hire a minor to work here?"

The manager panicked. "She, she said she was already eighteen."

The girl lowered her head, not daring to speak.

"She says she’s eighteen, and you just believe her? Don’t you do a thorough background check before hiring people?"

The manager was sweating buckets.

The girl explained, "Please don’t blame the manager. I begged her. My family... It’s just me and my grandmother, and we rely on each other. My grandma is very sick now, and I just want to make a lot of money, so I came here to deliver drinks..."

The manager sighed. "She’s a poor kid. She’s only been working here for two days. Who knew something like this would happen."

After listening, Caleb Bishop held out a bank card. "There’s a hundred thousand on this card. Is that enough?"

"It’s enough! More than enough!" The girl hesitantly reached out but didn’t dare to take it.

"Don’t worry, I’m not interested in anything illegal. I’m not asking for anything in return. Take this money and never come back here again. Seeing this is just too upsetting."

After saying his piece, Caleb Bishop turned to leave. Suddenly, he heard the sound of urgent footsteps behind him. "Wait, wait a minute!"

Caleb Bishop stopped and looked at the breathless person in front of him.

"Can... can I have your contact information?"

Seeing Caleb Bishop frown, she hastily explained, "No, I’m not asking for more money! I just want to... pay you back when I’ve earned enough."

"I told you, you don’t have to pay me back."

"No, but I still... I want to repay your kindness when I’m able to..."

The girl’s eyes were very bright, but in them, Caleb Bishop saw a hint of hidden shyness.

"Don’t look for me. I’m married."

He turned and left again. This time, there were no footsteps behind him.

「 * 」

Naomi Kenway had never stopped investigating what happened all those years ago. She always felt that someone was guiding her, step by step, toward the truth.

A private investigator called and told Naomi Kenway about a surprising discovery:

"While investigating the events from over twenty years ago, we discovered that Lorraine Warren once scheduled an abortion at a hospital. At that time, she had been separated from Jackson Kensington for over a year, and they were not in private contact."

"After the abortion, Lorraine Warren got back together with Jackson Kensington. Seven months later, she gave birth to Jeanette Kensington. Hospital records say it was a premature birth, but we all know how damaging an abortion can be. It’s impossible for the mother’s body to recover that quickly. We suspect that Jeanette Kensington might not be Jackson Kensington’s child."

Naomi Kenway’s eyes narrowed slightly. When the meaning sank in, she couldn’t suppress a loud laugh. "So who exactly is Jeanette Kensington’s father? Do you have any leads?"