Xavier was taken aback, but he soon replied, “It depends on what the mistake is. If it’s something like this, I wouldn’t let him go to prison.” Why should he go to prison when he had money to resolve an issue like this?
Zachary, however, interpreted this as Xavier saying he would be willing to go to prison for his son. He felt a strange emotion rise within him.
At that moment, they heard Yvette calling them for dinner. They stopped their conversation and went out of the room.
Yvette saw the two of them coming out of the room rather harmoniously. She couldn’t help noticing how Zachary looked like a mini version of Xavier.
She recalled how Zachary, who’d never been willing to sleep with anyone before, had agreed to sleep with Xavier. Her heart suddenly swayed. She wondered if she should tell Xavier the truth about the children.
After all, they were father and son; Zachary probably wanted a father, but he’d never mentioned it because he wanted to assure Yvette.
After dinner, Yvette received a call from Cynthia. “Boss, quick, turn on the live video. Yara is dancing.”
Yvette immediately went to her room and opened her laptop. Indeed, the live video showed Yara in a dance costume. But it couldn’t hide her belly and aging appearance.
In her youth, she’d been admired by thousands for her dancing. But now the live video only showed some old men cheering and a few young people criticizing her for trying to attract attention and not acting her age.
Even as Yvette watched the video, she didn’t feel the years of accumulated resentment and grievance ease.
After all, Yara was doing this for Zoey, who wasn’t even her own daughter.
“How pitiful. She was once a renowned dancer, and yet she’s now dancing for a live video. No one’s even watching the video. She’s trying so hard for her daughter,” Cynthia commented. Then, she asked, “Boss, did she do something to you?”
If that wasn’t the case, Yvette wouldn’t have known that Yara would be humiliated and criticized for dancing.
Yvette couldn’t help but reply, “She’s my biological mother.”
Cynthia was stunned. She only knew that Viola was Yvette’s adoptive mother. According to Viola, Yvette had lived a hard life.
But she’d never known that Yvette’s biological mother was a renowned dancer.
Back then, Yara would’ve been in her prime and wouldn’t have been short on money. Why had she gotten someone else to raise her daughter?
“Boss, she’s really biased, isn’t she?
I’ve been with you for five years, and I’ve never seen her call you. If she knew that the piece of music she wants so badly was composed by her own daughter, she’d surety regret it.”
Yvette smiled self-deprecatingly. “No, she wouldn’t. Anyway, let’s not talk about this. You can sign the contract with her.”
If Yara found out Yvette had
composed the song, she’d surely mock the latter. Things had always been like that, after all. No matter excellent Yvette was, she was
overlooked and ridiculed.
Yvette looked at the live stream, where the mother she’d once longed for was dancing, and felt that this was completely meaningless. She closed the live stream without hesitation.
At the same time, after Yara finished the broadcast, she was upset when she saw the comments.
However, she still smiled and told Zoey about the exclusive rights she’d obtained. Zoey was dancing gracefully in the studio, looking much like Yara had in the past.
Yara approached her. “Zoey, I got the exclusive rights for you.”
Zoey’s expression changed when she saw Yara coming. She threw her phone at Yara, showing the recent live video.
“Don’t you know how old you are?
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You probably don’t mind doing something like this for the public to see, but I do. Everyone knows you’re my dad’s new wife. My mom would never embarrass me.”
By “mom”, she meant Gemma.
After hearing this, Yara decided to tell her the truth.