The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 211 I Am The One Who Hit Her

"Miss Susan, have a taste of these grapes,” Mama Jean said as she came out of the kitchen with a plate of grapes. "Mr. Julian heard you wanted to eat grapes last night, so he asked people to get it for you. I heard that these grapes were picked at the peak of sweetness and flown in fresh from the location overnight."

"Grapes?" Susan was startled. After all, it was pretty hard to find grapes during the winter season. Ever since she got pregnant, her appetite became rather erratic and she was picky about food. There were times where she would have the urge to eat a certain kind of food as well.

Last night, she just casually mentioned that she wanted to have some grapes. She thought Julian did not hear it as he did not say anything at all. She did not expect that he actually listened and asked his men to get ahold of some grapes and sent them to her overnight.

"Mr. Julian never forget everything you say, Miss. Susan," Mama Jean teased, "Ah, how good would it be i f my husband could treat me the way Mr. Julian treats Miss Susan."

Susan was tickled pink by Mama Jean's statement. She picked up a grape and put it into her mouth.

Very soon, her eyes lit up in joy and her lips arched into a smile. She did not know whether it was because of the sweetness of the grape or if she was touched by Julian's attentiveness, but she felt that the grape tasted better than any of the other grapes that she had in the past.

Just when she was enjoying the grapes, a figure dashed into the house.

Susan turned her head towards the figure and a smile crossed her face. She rose to her feet and greeted the incoming person. "Mom."

However, before her voice died off, Madam Shaw rushed over and slapped Susan's face with all her strength. The slap was so hard that Susan’s cheek became red and left an imprint of her finger

marks upon her face.

"Susan Shelby!" As if it was not enough, Madam Shaw went forward and wanted to slap her again.

The first time she slapped Susan, Mama Jean was so shocked that she could not react in time. Now that she saw her going for the second hit, she snapped herself out of the trance and went forward to grab her hand.

"Let go of me! I want to slap this b*tch!" Madam Shaw barked.

Her face was distorted and grotesque with violent expressions of anger and hatred, and she did not look like the usually elegant and poised Madam Shaw.

Rubbing her cheek, Susan frowned.

In the past, she heard someone say that when one was unlucky, misfortune could happen no matter however careful you were. She did not believe that person at that time, and now she only wanted to salute him.

She could not understand what she had done and why Madam Shaw would slap her. Madam Shaw had been taking good care of her recently and she was very grateful for her. As such, she did her very best to return the kindness.

Everything was fine yesterday, and today she suddenly turned hostile.

Susan tightened her fists, making her knuckles white. She was angry.

She was Julian’s wife, but she was also a human. As a human, she deserved a basic level of respect and dignity.

What made her think that she could just simply come into her house and slap her in the face?

"Mom, who the hell are you calling b*tch?" Susan snarled with a cold voice, her face grim.

Madam Shaw struggled even harder, and was it not for Mama Jean holding her back, she would have gone forward and had a fall out with Susan already.

After she realized she could not extract herself out from Mama Jean’s hold, she shot a cold glare at Susan.

She thought Susan would at least show some guilt, but she never expected that not only would she show no shame at all, she even dared to shout back at her.

However, she felt it was not the right time to expose everything since Mama Jean was here. After all, she did not want an outsider to know about her family issues.

As such, she took a deep breath to calm herself down. Then, with a cold voice, she said, "I won't argue with you now. I've asked Julian to come home, so I’ll wait until he is here first. I suggest better start thinking about how you should explain to us later."

"You're the one who slapped me, and you want me to give you an explanation?" Susan felt Madam Shaw had gone too far this time. She had never come across a person as unreasonable as Madam Shaw before.

With a frigid voice, she replied, "Sure, I would like to know how Julian is going to handle this matter as well."

Madam Shaw harrumphed and turned to Mama Jean," Let go of me."

"Madam..." Mama Jean hesitated.

"I said let go of me! Don’t worry, I won’t do anything until Julian is back,” Madam Shaw said.

It was only then that Mama Jean reluctantly let her go.

Madam Shaw dusted herself and took a seat on the couch that was furthest away from Susan.

Each of them occupied one side of the couch, leaving a huge gap in between them. The atmosphere was

tense.

Mama Jean did not dare to leave as well. She just stood beside silently and kept a watchful eye on them.

Julian arrived at the house very soon. He entered the house, and he frowned the moment he saw the confrontation between Susan and Madam Shaw.

He could smell that something was not right.

'What is going on? Didn’t they already bury the hatchet? Why do they look like they are going to kill each other?’

Just when Julian was wondering what had transpired, he saw the red weal on Susan's cheek. His expression changed and he hastily walked up to her.

"Susie, what happened to your face? Who hit you?" There was a fit of apparent anger in his eyes.

After close inspection, he could see the faint finger marks on her face. It occurred to him that somebody must have slapped her in the face, and judging from the mark, he could imagine how hard the person hit and how painful Susan was at that time.

The woman that he doted on was hit by someone in the face. When realization struck him, anger instantly welled up inside of his heart.

Just when Susan was about to say something, Madam Shaw chimed in, "I'm the one who did it."

"Mom?” Julian turned over to Madam Shaw, and disbelief accented his tone, "Have you gone mad?"

"I'm not mad, Julian. You will find out why I hit her soon."

After that, Madam Shaw looked at Mama Jean and instructed, "Mama Jean, you're dismissed."

Since Julian was back, Mama Jean did not have to worry about Susan being bullied anymore. She nodded and then withdrew into the kitchen.

Julian’s face was turning darker and darker with every passing second. Staring steely at his mom, he demanded, "Why would you hit Susie, Mom?"

"I have my own reason."

"Whatever it is, it is not the reason for you to hit Susie,” Julian said as he watched Madam Shaw disappointingly.

He wondered if his mother knew how happy he was seeing her and Susan get along so well recently. Just when everything was going on the right track, his mother slapped Susan in the face and shattered everything.

If someone else harmed Susan, he would certainly make that person pay back a thousandfold. However, the thing was, this time, it was his mother who harmed Susan.

Right now, Julian did not know how to face the person who gave birth and raised him.

"Listen to me, Julian. I need you to listen to what I have to say. After that, I’m sure you want to slap this woman more than I do," Madam Shaw took a deep breath.

However, Julian just looked at Madam Shaw indifferently, "Before that, don't you think you should apologize to Susie first?"

"You want me to apologize to her?" A faint hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.

"Julian," Susan grabbed Julian's hand. Her gaze was chilly as it rested on Madam Shaw, "I would like to listen to Mom's reason as well."

"Very well, then. Open your ears wide and listen carefully,” Madam Shaw scoffed. Then, she turned to Julian and said, "I accompanied her to the hospital yesterday, right?"

"Yeah," Julian frowned. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"I've told you before that medical technology now is very advanced and there is a way to know about the baby's DNA in the second month of pregnancy. Didn't she happen to go to the hospital for an antenatal examination yesterday? There was a blood test in the examination, so I secretly asked the doctor to take an extra vial of blood to do the DNA paternity test with the strand of hair that I got from you," Madam Shaw said.